Beauty in WI

Fun times in WI

American Horror Story

The little man and I went shopping for a sled in preparation for last night's snowstorm.  Afterward, we had a nice post-sled-purchasing lunch at the donut shop.  He was sitting there chomping away on his bagel, seemingly happy and content.  He looked at me and said, out of the blue, "Remember when you told me that when you went to the bookstore you didn't get the Brothers Gim book of fairy tales and got the other one instead?"

"The Brothers Grimm? Yes."  [I cannot believe he remembers this.]

"Why didn't you like the the Brothers Grimm?"

"Well, they tell stories that are very violent and have really mean people in them."

"Oh...
       ... I know one Brothers Jim story called Blah Blah Blah."

"Really?  What happens in Blah Blah Blah?"

"I don't really want to tell you because it's really violent."

"Can you tell me anyway?"

"Well, I can't really remember.... oh, let me call Annabelle and ask her."  [Pretend dials.]  "Hi, Annabelle?  Can you remind me what happens in Blah Blah Blah story?"  [Pretend listens.]  "So a guy who sells guns decided he wants to use one.  So he goes to school with a gun and shoots the kids.  Then he shoots coffee.  Then shoots kids, then coffee, then kids."

"What happens when he shoots the coffee?"

[Laughing] "It turns green and icy.  Then the mamas come to school and see blood all over the chairs.  But then Martin Luther King Jr.'s dad comes and sprinkles water on them, and fixes them. Then everything is better!  So the ending is good."

"Wow.  That is definitely violent and scary." [WTF?!  What do I do or say?  Anything?]

Air Baguette

Sometimes grocery shopping with a 4 year old can be a fun experience.  Usually not, but sometimes.  This weekend we went suburban grocery shopping (complete with parking lot!) and we were entertained by our Little Hammy.  King Coffee Bean greeted me among the sacks of coffee beans and offered to get some coffee for me.  Sure, I said, as the real coffee guy ground my French Roast.  The king demanded that I address him properly.  Okay, King Coffee Bean, what kind of beans do you have?  He then gave me a tour of the beans of the world, including the popular blends mint chocolate chip, coconut, cocoa 215, forty-one forty-nine, black, dark brown, and blueberry muffin.  I ordered a pound.  Then he led me to the left-hand side of his kingdom, ducked down behind a burlap sack, and emerged as the Service Master.  I didn't understand and addressed him as "King."  I AM NOT THE KING.  I AM THE SERVICE MASTER.  Now, here is your coffee.

After we checked out, we naturally put all our bags in the cart to take it to the car.  Little Hammy offered to carry the baguette.  It annoys me to no end that Fairway insists on putting 2 feet of baguette into 10 inches of plastic bag, but they always do it.  Immediately he started playing air guitar like a rock legend.  All the way out the store and down the sidewalk.  Thoroughly entertaining, especially since we have no idea where he learned his moves.  I caught the last little bit on video, but unfortunately missed the bulk of the performance.  For your viewing pleasure:

Later in the evening after we got home, our neighbor saw us in the hallway and gave Sasha a little Diego doll. He was thrilled and started dancing Diego all around our apartment. I thought I'd join in and grabbed Dolly Doll to dance, too. He stopped short, rolled his eyes, and said, "Mamu, there's no Dolly Doll in this part. It's the opening credits."