Uh-oh. Max has learned some new words. An exchange Sunday morning:
Me: Hey buddy! I'm off tomorrow, and we're going to spend all day together! We can go to the Tea Lounge, maybe to the zoo...Max: Are we gonna see the COW?
Me: Sure, we can see the cow.
Max: What's the cow's name?
Me: You know. What is it?
Max: Agatha. (Pause) Are we going to see the f**king SHEEP?
Me: ... [blink] [blink] ... um...
Don't work blue, kid, you'll never work the big rooms...
Okay, so I'm flagrantly cheating. I hadn't posted in so long that all my posts disappeared. And I'm in tech for two different shows at once, which is eating my life. So I did what any responsible blogger would do:
I went into my preferences and chose to have the last 28 days' worth of posts displayed, instead of just the last 14.
So, my loyal readers, enjoy the articles which you've already read, which are now temporarily re-displayed below (at least until they are 28 days old, or until I up the limit again, whichever comes first). And rest secure in the knowledge that, when I get these mothers open, I will be back. If slightly singed around the edges.
Some cuteblogging that is really more like heartbreakblogging: I haven't been home in the evening since a week ago Monday (see: "teching two shows," above). Last night I made it home. I went downstairs to see Max, expecting his usual exuberant "DADDY!"
He looked up from the Backyardigans, saw me, and kind of sighed.
"Hi, buddy..." I said, tentatively, as he looked back at the tv.
He looked over at me again, looking a little mournful. And said, quietly: "Is your play over?"
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...and then I STABBED. MYSELF. IN THE EYE.