Captain Adorable, The Bad-Ass Pirate

Henry:  How do I look, Mom?

Me (without thinking first):  You look adorable.

Henry:  I wasn’t exactly aiming for adorable.

Me:  Ooooh!  I didn’t mean adorable, I meant BAD-ASS!

Henry: I should have settled for adorable.  I’ll bet William Kidd’s mother thought he was adorable, too.

Happy Halloween

From our pet lobster.

Yes, we’ll have kid pictures later!

Starting His Day

I shouldn’t wonder how Henry seems to know things that are far beyond his seven-going-on-eight years.  Nothing goes better with his morning decaf latte than The Wall Street Journal.

This morning, he was enthralled with the article concerning how business travelers are using smart phones instead of laptops.  With a dad who travels and uses both iPhone and MacBook, its relevance was obvious to him.

 Last week he came to me with the following bit of insight:  ”Mom, Matt Groening is rich, but he’s not a multi-billionaire like Rupert Murdock, right?  Because he owns the whole Fox network!”  

Um, I don’t know Matt Groening’s net worth, but I can’t argue with that logic.  He throws around comments like that in passing–like a periodic trivia brain dump.  And then he skips off and goes back to playing with his Star Wars characters or reading his collection of Peanuts comics.

The only thing that has changed since he used to sit with his mini decaf latte (yes, he has loved the taste of coffee since he was a baby!) and his Washington Post every morning is that now he can actually read!

MooooOOOOOoooooM! There’s a Pig in the Yard!

I had no idea there were any pigs in the neighborhood!  So when the Bigs came off the bus the other day yelling about the pig running loose, my first thought was “It’s not April Fool’s Day!”

Sure enough!  Apparently one of our Purdue professor neighbors a block away has two potbelly pigs who broke through his fence to get to the fallen apples on the other side.  Then they realized they were out and decided to go for an explore through the Hundred-Acre Neighborhood!

We followed them a bit to keep an eye out while another neighbor went to find the owners.  They were really stubborn (the pigs, not the owners) and were not about to go home without a very noisy fight.

I’m glad I didn’t take my brother up on his offer to give us one of his pigs!  Sorry, Jack!  We’ll stick to cats and dogs!