It's been a while since I've gotten some sun, so we went out in public.
The boy just after doing a flying lip-stand on the cement. What sort of sick & demented mother would take photos of her child's facial road rash while he's still crying, you ask? Me. Duh. Photographic moments have to be preserved in the pristine and fragile seconds that we have. If I'd have waited, I'd never have gotten a glorious bawling road rash picture. He would have already been up a tree, waving a giant stick at the teenagers who were thoughtfully smoking pot in the park and it would have been much, much, much too late. It's all about timing.
Incognito Mosquito
The children serenely watching a friendly ground hog as Ben prepares himself for a game of real life Whack-a-Mole.... Too bad we forgot our family mole-whacking mallet. That stick will do, though.
Get him Sull! HE IS RIGHT THERE! Easy pickins'. He doesn't even SEE you! Ha! Take that, Funtime Arcade. See who has a high score on Whack-a-mole NOW, eh?? They'd better give me that rubber Batman mask when I slap this sucker down on the prize counter.
I see you, Mr Squirrel.. slinking around my kid. You twisted little SOB. See how you feel when we're done playing Urban Park Whack-a-mole.
That's right, clever squirrel. You just watch your back. We'll release the deadly fishing-hat stick ninjas... We WILL DO IT.
Or perhaps we'll loose the heartless Squirrelshire Slasher on you. Eleanore feels no mercy toward the fluffy delicious squirrels. She is equipped with the ultimate secret weapon, too- squeakers in her shoes. They attract groundhogs and squirrels from MILES around... the little Squirrel Siren will suck you in with her irresistible, hypnotic 'squeaky-squeaky-squeaky' steps, Dastardly Squirrels- then seal your doom like the squeaking pied piper of cute rodentdom.
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha
YaaaaAAAaaY! We'll eat today after Neil stops backwashing in the hot pickle jar.
