Daddy's no superhero

Harry told me he had a bad dream but didn't want to tell me what it was about. Then he told me what it was about: apparently there was a bad guy who was bonking me on the head. I told him he didn't need to worry about me because I can take care of bad guys. He thought about it, then told me he didn't really think so.

So I'm putting that little prick to work as a chef:



















Ike pointed to three different things in row today that were orange and said "orange." And no, they weren't oranges. He also gave me a head butt. And then he kissed the lump.

My son is a genius

Been awhile folks. Here goes:

While I was away on a Steve Belkin retreat, Harry spent the day with his friend Annabel. He told me about her "singing beaver." Apparently, and I'm not kidding, it had a little red button that, when pressed, it sang. That's my boy.

He also told me while watching Spider Man that he doesn't like when vulture-men take beautiful girls and many times since my last post he's mentioned how much he loves mommy because she's warm. That she is.

As for Ike. Wow. These days he's saying "tanks" when you deliver juice. He knows all the words in his big picture book but since Harry's saying the first letter, Ike thinks that's now part of the word too. So he says, "one is for dog" and "g is for boy." you get the picture. he also says "please" like "mother fucker," which is kind of awesome actually. "Daddy I want more juice, PLEASE!"

more soon. i've been lazy. no longer (thanks DM)