So, the kids weren’t feeling well most the weekend, which tends toward a long and tiring (and whiny) time. Overall it wasn’t bad, especially being able to get out and see a great show by a band we know so well that its like home. We also got to spend some time getting to know Johanna and Niah (Bystrom) — the coolest teenagers I think I’ve met — who came down from Michigan for the show and stayed in our house. Wonderful time.
Sunday was relaxing. Went to a meeting for work (potentially great client). Then in the afternoon Sonya and I decided that perhaps it was time to unleash “A Christmas Story” on the kids. I had forgotten how often the Dad actually curses, but the kids liked his gibberish talk (“NADAFINGA!”).
I’m not sure how much of it they liked. At one point I asked both kids what they thought of the movie:
Elliott : “The Dad punches people in the face, I think; because he’s mean, but I want a bunny suit for Christmas, ok Daddy? That’d be funny.”
Abigail : “I didn’t like it when that mean boy got a bloody nose, I had to hide my eyes. Did he really shoot his eye out, can that really happen? I don\’t want that to happen to me. I liked how the little brother was big and fat and fell down and couldn’t get up again.”
Perhaps we pulled the trigger prematurely. Be sure to grab a this little novelty item – The Leg lamp (Nite lite). Mmmm mm.