it…out

You know, that guy from Star Trek.

Tommy’s spilled some ketchup in his yogurt. And ate it. Twice.

Reminds me of how Reeses peanut butter cups got started:

Tommy and I excavated a dinosaur skeleton buried in rock. The rock happened to be chalk and the bones happened to be plastic, but he didn’t seem to mind.

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We built a robot duck from a kit the other day.

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If Guitar Hero isn’t quite your thing, there’s always Flute Hero…in Danish.

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We went to the zoo on friday for my birthday.

Thea got a kick out of just about everything.

Tommy led the way most of the time and thought long and hard about which way to go.

He also led me through some tight spaces on the jungle floor.

L&T&t really enjoyed seeing the penguins up close.

And I got some funky fish pictures.

T: Daddy?
Me: Yes?
T: Did you know Jesus made you special?
Me: Yes, Tommy. That’s very nice to know, isn’t it?
T: Yeah.
Me: Now pull up your pants and flush so we can get back to dinner.

…and we did. Tommy and I painted his bedroom wall tonight.

Tommy wanted a monkey in the rocket.

And it appears to be the tank from Heavy Weapon, which we’ve played a couple times on XBLA. He’s quite fond of the Mega Laser.

and here’s the real deal:

We’d have had to kick him out of the house eventually if he hadn’t turned out to be a Popcap fan, so this is good news all around.

Kind of reminds me of that painting of the creation of Adam…

Except Thea isn’t a middle-aged, naked, man. And Tommy, despite his best efforts, is not God.