bubbablog

Today, after work, I took the kids to the park so that we could enjoy the cool weather and have a cookout. When we first arrived, almost no one was there. But eventually, the softball, baseball, and football teams arrived and started their games.

As we walked past the games, I asked Buzz, “Would you be interested in playing baseball or soccer or football?”

“No, I want to be an artist.”

I have to say he and Dora have really been drawing a lot lately. Buzz has been diagramming almost as much as drawing. For example, at my mom’s this weekend, he drew what looked like two boxes, one green and one yellow. I asked him what they were, and he said, “It’s a titanium box that protects your money. If the bad guys try to break in, it explodes!”

Or he’ll draw characters as part of a sequence, each part with a number. “In step 1, the bad guy tries to rob a bank. In step 2, a net falls down on him . . . .” And so it goes.

It didn’t take long to come up with something to write.

We went to dinner last night, and Buzz was reading jokes from the kids menu/activity pages that they had out at the restaurant. He came to this one:

Q. What do you call a stack of pizzas?

A. the Leaning Tower of Pizzas

He thought about it for a second and came up with his own joke:

Q: What do you call it when you go potty off the Leaning Tower of Pisa?

A: The Leaning Tower of Peesa

We all laughed. I thought it was pretty quicked witted.

He came up with a couple of others, though not nearly as funny. Then he said, “I have no idea how these crazy jokes just keep popping in my head.”

My young Jackie Mason.

I’m utterly sick right now.

The reason is that my former webhost up and quit on me, giving me no chance to backup my data.

Even worse is that I actually did make a backup in June. Unfortunately, the backup of the SQL files was incorrect, so I ended up losing all my previous posts and content. Many months of writing about the kids is down the drain. I’m searching in vain for an earlier SQL backup, but I’m positive that it’s gone.

I know I can’t reproduce much of it, and right now, I’m disgusted enough that I don’t much have an appetite for continuing. But we’ll see. The kids will do or say something that will get me going again.