Future Olympian

Tonight I got home from work and Amber was snoozing before work, so Gavin was quasi-babysitting himself. He loves the interactive bike he got for Christmas and had it plugged into the TV. He was pedaling away when I walked in the door and the screen was zooming along as if he were riding down a road. I noticed his hands weren't on the handlebars, but didn't think much of it.

I put down my bag and walked up behind him and asked, "what ya up to, bud?"

He hadn't realized I was home until that instant, but his answer was this beautifully honest, guilt free, self confident statement of fact. As he swung around and flashed a cheesy grin he announced, "I'm riding my bike with Cheetos."

He saw nothing odd about exercising with a bag of Cheetos in your hands and I'm glad. The concept of irony can wait.

...Heck, Elanis Morisett is over 40 and she still doesn't get it.

Gabrito, hold the beans please.

We went out for Mexican food last night to celebrate Mother's Day. Gavin wanted to go to Cabo, Mexico, but we decided El Cazador Restaraunt in Burlington was close enough. He got a chicken "gabrito" which came with rice and beans. Gav dug into the refried beans and, pleased with the flavor, asked Amber how they were made.

Amber chose to give him the Bill Oehlman explanation... "Well, it all started with the Mayan belief that the sun was an angry god..." (OK, not quite that Bill Oehlmany.) But she did start by telling him beans are plants that grow in a field. Men pick them and put them in a big pot. "Then they fill the pot with salt and water and boil the beans for a loooong time. When the beans get soft, they drain the water..." blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The explanation went on for at least ten minutes. She ended with, "they fry them again, scoop them out of the pan and put them on your plate, and that's how they make the beans."


By this time, Gavin's eyes had glassed over and he appeared to be in a modest trance. "Wow, mom," he said, blinking himself back to consciousness, "that sure was a lot of words."

When they're small...

A while back Gavin and I were at the office looking at animals on the computer, discussing what they eat, where they live, are they dangerous, etc.

Gavin asked me what snakes like to eat I and replied "mice." He then informed that Spike and IBK also like to eat mice and that "when they're small they're delicious."