Fat Man and Little Boy

Everyone take a good look at the boy…(This is him by the way)

Because after this weekend, 

NOTHING WILL EVER

BE THE SAME!!!

Cara is going out of town for this weekend and leaving Daddy Dub as the sole conservator of the boy. I’m pretty sure that we will not actually destroy everything but I’ll probably at least show him what happens when you mix baking soda and vinegar…..and maybe a few other tips from the ol’ trusty Anarchist’s Cookbook.

 Delton is shown here hanging out in his new favorite spot. He has learned to crawl everywhere so we spend a good portion of our time at home just corraling him around and keeping him from escaping through open doors. Does that mean that the average cow has intelligence equivalent to a 10 month old? I think not. That’s kind of insulting to the 10 month old. Cows are dumb.

And as further proof that this is D-Money’s favorite spot, I include this as evidence. It’s not that all of you would call me a liar. I know I’m a liar. It’s my own fault for the checkered history of half-truths and tall tales that have altogether eroded whatever shreds of credibility I once enjoyed. Anyway, here he is in the spot wearing a different outfit AND if you look close you’ll see that he has not one but TWO papsies with him.

 Exhibit B – but mostly because I’m frightened by how much he looks like me when I see pictures like this. It’s like a time portal into my past……weird.

  One of Delton’s teachers from school loves to give him a mohawk, because as she says, “he’s the only one in class with hair”. Hey, it works for me!

And even though I can guarantee that teacher has no idea who Johnny Rotten is, I asked Delton to give me his best Johnny Rotten face when we got home and he did. He’s a smart one, that Miroki!

 And since I’m out of topics here, I’ll just include this little anecdote: I was walking Delton in the stroller last week when a group of young punks drove up on me in a car and one yelled “YAY POWERWALKIN”!” at me out the window. My first reaction was to challenge the young punks to a fight but after that quickly faded away, I realized how that was exactly what I would have done 10 or 12 years ago. Then it was really funny. So, beware driveby hazers of powerwalkers, the tables will one day turn on you, friend!!

Also, since my references don’t always reach the intended audience…Fat Man and Little Boy were the names of the two A-bombs we dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. See how clever I am?!?!?!?!?!?.