Bubby is Batman. He plans to be Batman when he grows up. We have spent countless hours fostering this love of the caped crusader, and as a result, have also watched every episode of the 1960s Batman with Adam West and Burt Ward. We've spotted the flaws; for example, you can see the Batpoles behind the bookcase in the study (there's no wall behind the books). We are constantly amused by Batman's need to label everything. Watch it and see. It reminds me of college students labeling their items in the fridge. Was Batman that worried that Robin would take over?
Bubby likes to perform the opening sequence to the show, with the running and hand shaking and all. Along the way, we have also stumbled upon these videos, too.
Batman on Drugs:
Batman
And this (these boys have some good, creative talent and A LOT of Legos):
Legos
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
A Gorilla Bit Me on the Fanny
Some recent Bubby musings:
Yesterday, we had incredibly unseasonable weather. While the little people and I played outside, Bubby ran up to me, threw his arms around me, looked sweetly up at my face, and said, "You know what I love? Soda and you!" How sweet! I am now in the same class as soda. You don't know how long I've waited and how hard I have toiled to reach that benchmark. Tee hee.
Today, while I was helping him into his Halloween Batman costume, which he still wears daily (and which now resembles blue, grey, yellow, and black tatters), we had an interesting conversation about gorillas.
Bubby: "When gorillas get angry, they beat their chests like this." (Uh, uh, uh--thudding on the chest)
Me: "Really? Who taught you that?"
Bubby: "I did. When I was little, I saw a gorilla, and I got too close, and it bit me."
Me: "It bit you?"
Bubby: "Yeah, on the fanny!"
Me: "On the fanny?!"
Bubby: "No, silly, on the head."
Me: "Well, that explains a lot."
Bubby: "Yeah."
And then he ran away, cape flowing heroically in the breeze.
Yesterday, we had incredibly unseasonable weather. While the little people and I played outside, Bubby ran up to me, threw his arms around me, looked sweetly up at my face, and said, "You know what I love? Soda and you!" How sweet! I am now in the same class as soda. You don't know how long I've waited and how hard I have toiled to reach that benchmark. Tee hee.
Today, while I was helping him into his Halloween Batman costume, which he still wears daily (and which now resembles blue, grey, yellow, and black tatters), we had an interesting conversation about gorillas.
Bubby: "When gorillas get angry, they beat their chests like this." (Uh, uh, uh--thudding on the chest)
Me: "Really? Who taught you that?"
Bubby: "I did. When I was little, I saw a gorilla, and I got too close, and it bit me."
Me: "It bit you?"
Bubby: "Yeah, on the fanny!"
Me: "On the fanny?!"
Bubby: "No, silly, on the head."
Me: "Well, that explains a lot."
Bubby: "Yeah."
And then he ran away, cape flowing heroically in the breeze.
Friday, February 6, 2009
A Can of Lie
A while ago, I was pretty upset that my children were singing the song "I Like Big Butts." It's just not appropriate. I think I'm getting older/smarter because I would have thought at one point it was cute. Now I just think its low.
Anyway, I feel some relief now, for I have seen in writing what they thought they were singing. It's fabulous when reading and writing click together and the little ones leave their handwritten song sheets where I can find them. So here it is, what they thought they were singing:
I like big buts in a can of lie.
Conjunctions and misspelled poison?
Anyway, I feel some relief now, for I have seen in writing what they thought they were singing. It's fabulous when reading and writing click together and the little ones leave their handwritten song sheets where I can find them. So here it is, what they thought they were singing:
I like big buts in a can of lie.
Conjunctions and misspelled poison?
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