Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Today I will tell many tales of Mojo:

1. Today after a very long wait, the Nerf Night Hoops thing we got from saving the backs of boxes came. Mojo was and is in his glory. (I should have wrapped it as a Christmas gift.) I attached the hoop to the bunk bed and he's shooting his heart out. He just came in to tell me to come watch him play and that all the "high seats" were filled but he saved me a seat down front.

2. The other day we drove by a house on the way to school and the people had installed a putting green -- not just one hole, but three. So we talked about it. A couple of days ago we drove by and the putting green was snow covered, but the flags were still present. I said to Mojo, who would be kooky enough to golf in the snow -- the ball is the same color as the snow. Without batting an eye he said, BazzukaJoe and Frylock.

3. Today Mojo's teacher stopped me after school. This is usually an indication that some behavioral problem has ensued and must be addressed. She said let me tell to you what your son said. I immediately thought she was gonna say, "Hey, this isn't college" . . . something that John says and that Mojo likes to quote at random. However, she said that they were discussing Christmas and she asked if anyone knew why they had Christmas. She said that all the kids said it was to get presents from Santa. She said it looked like Mojo wasn't even paying attention. She said to the class, "No, does anyone know why we really have Christmas?" And she said that out of the blue Mojo says, "To celebrate God's son's birthday." She said tears welled up in her eyes -- I then told her that before she decided to put him in line for Popehood like his namesake she should realize why he knew that. One Sunday, like all Sundays, Mojo was exclaiming his dislike of going to Church. I said well then you must not like Christmas and getting gifts because the reason we have Christmas is to celebrate God's son Jesus' birthday.

I just want to say on another note, that the other blog -- I will not mangle the spelling -- looks terrific.