Kids Say The Darndest Things.
Today we were driving out by where my little brother lives and we passed this place called "Omega Physical Therapy". It was in this run-down tiny building and my first thought was, "Well, what kind of quality do you expect from a place that serves the societal lower-class breed of omegas?" My second thought was, "I need to spend less time in the Supernatural fandom". So...that happened.
Anyways, we were out that way - far too early in the morning for me - to see The Nephew play his first baseball game of the year. I am tired as hell right now, but it was worth it. Got to sit out in the sun, the smell of the ball-field in the air and watch him play. He got several really good hits (they are young enough at this level though that everybody bats until they get a hit) and he fielded a few balls and made the play to first base twice (I think they only got one official out in the whole game, but at this level basically they cycle through the batting order once and then the inning is over). It was a good day.
In other Nephew news, he called me this week and when I answered the phone, he said, "I just have to ask you something real quick: Who do you think is better; Batman or Wolverine?" What the hell kind of a question is that? Doesn't he know I hate to pick favorites? I went with Wolverine, after much debate, but hoyboy that was a tough choice. What do you guys think? Who's better; Batman or Wolverine?
He also told me that he likes animated movies better than 'real people' movies because he just watched these three Superman movies (by the description he gave me, I think they were the original Christopher Reeve ones) and he thought they were boring. I said, "Buddy, those were made a long time ago when special effects weren't very good yet," and he said, "But no, because, okay, I like when Superman shoots lasers out of his eyes and he didn't even know he could do that until halfway through the third movie. So I had to watch like, uh...five whole hours until he even shot lasers out of his eyes. And that was just boring and stupid." My little man, the film critic.
In other kid news, my aunt is a vegan now (and my mom is a vegetarian apparently) and so The Little Girl Cousin (who is 8) had this box of cookies and she said to them, "These are for you too, but I don't know if you can eat them. You better read what's on the box, because I know you are virgins now." Everyone within earshot busted out laughing and my aunt goes, "No, honey, we're vegans," and The Little Girl Cousin throws her arms up in the air and says, "Well, there are a lot of V words!"
That is all.
Anyways, we were out that way - far too early in the morning for me - to see The Nephew play his first baseball game of the year. I am tired as hell right now, but it was worth it. Got to sit out in the sun, the smell of the ball-field in the air and watch him play. He got several really good hits (they are young enough at this level though that everybody bats until they get a hit) and he fielded a few balls and made the play to first base twice (I think they only got one official out in the whole game, but at this level basically they cycle through the batting order once and then the inning is over). It was a good day.
In other Nephew news, he called me this week and when I answered the phone, he said, "I just have to ask you something real quick: Who do you think is better; Batman or Wolverine?" What the hell kind of a question is that? Doesn't he know I hate to pick favorites? I went with Wolverine, after much debate, but hoyboy that was a tough choice. What do you guys think? Who's better; Batman or Wolverine?
He also told me that he likes animated movies better than 'real people' movies because he just watched these three Superman movies (by the description he gave me, I think they were the original Christopher Reeve ones) and he thought they were boring. I said, "Buddy, those were made a long time ago when special effects weren't very good yet," and he said, "But no, because, okay, I like when Superman shoots lasers out of his eyes and he didn't even know he could do that until halfway through the third movie. So I had to watch like, uh...five whole hours until he even shot lasers out of his eyes. And that was just boring and stupid." My little man, the film critic.
In other kid news, my aunt is a vegan now (and my mom is a vegetarian apparently) and so The Little Girl Cousin (who is 8) had this box of cookies and she said to them, "These are for you too, but I don't know if you can eat them. You better read what's on the box, because I know you are virgins now." Everyone within earshot busted out laughing and my aunt goes, "No, honey, we're vegans," and The Little Girl Cousin throws her arms up in the air and says, "Well, there are a lot of V words!"
That is all.