The Chosen One

Dayton, or - as he decided to call himself the other day - The Chosen One is a good kid to have on your side. More on that story after this.

Many, many moons ago, Jesse and I decided to hit Great Escape Theaters for their $5 Tuesdays. Like all good ideas, that never really materialized. Until today. I called him up and suggested Smokin' Aces. He's down, it's all good. Boomer too.

Later, I suggest to my wife that hey, maybe it'd be a good night to go see Rocky Balboa and then Smokin' Aces. Two movies for $10 ... $5 if the place hires teenagers who don't give a shit about their jobs. $5 it is. I get the "Two movies? What time would you be leaving? Are those movies you even want to see?" She was not in favor of me spending 4+ hours of a Tuesday evening with my ass in stadium seating.

Here's where the amazing kid comes in. He comes up to and say "You can go to the movies. I took care of it." He's six. And he took care of it. I went downstairs and asked Patty what he was talking about. She says, "Dayton told me that you should go see the movies and have some fun with the guys because you've been home a lot and need to have some fun."

That kid is wise beyond his years. I owe him one.

Better left unsaid

Last week, I came across a theory that the comic strip Garfield is much funnier if his thought bubbles are removed. I saw a few examples online and was impressed. The strip approaches Calvin and Hobbes quality and becomes eerily surreal.

For fun, I grabbed a few strips from the past few months and removed the Garfield thought bubbles. You be the judge.

My kids said it

A couple days ago, Riley wanders into our room early in the morning twirling her hair around her finger and being extra sweet. I glance at her and say, "Riley, I love you." Without missing a beat, she says, "Of course you do, daddy."

Dec. 31, I head to Hy-Vee for junk food for the long night. We let the kids stay up, we play video games and we eat food that is really, really bad for us. I walk in the door upon returning from the gorcery store and Dayton says, "Alright, where's the sugar?"