So, we moved to Ann Arbor.
We visited the Hands-On Museum (thanks to Zach and Diana, and congratulations!),
and attended the Math Reviews Summer picnic.
I started today.
Last weekend was Francisco’s birthday party. (The actual birthday is at the end of the year, during the holidays.)
Superspiderman, last night.
“OK. Smile for the camera.”
“Uh, mmm, OK. Let’s try again. Smile.”
“Hehe. Let’s smile this time.”
So, we went to Kathryn Albertson Park, to play football. But it was so hot, and there were so many geese mementos on the grass, that Francisco felt unhappy, and wanted to go home instead.
We are walking back to the car, when
“Wait. Is that a Dalek?” Francisco was ahead of me. He stopped, came back, and looked at where the camera and I were pointing.
“Yes. That’s a Dalek. And that’s the Doctor.”
The part that I wasn’t expecting was what happened next. He looked at Najuma and I, scared, and said:
“I want to get in the car. Let’s go home.” He started to go for the car, then he looked at me. Why are you not running, you fool?
“No, wait, let me take another picture.”
“No, no, let’s go. Let’s go…” There is a Dalek in the park coming for us, you people, what are you doing? Run! RUN!!
“Oh, it’s talking, what is it saying?”
What else, really? EX-TER-…
He is learning to spell, but he is stubborn. And sometimes he spells backwards. So Y-R-M-A-C A-T-O-Y-O-T spells car.
His favorite movie right now is Jumanji. During the stampede scenes, the living room gets destroyed. He is thorough.
For christmas he got the Doctor, and for his birthday, a bike. And, of course, a million other things.
All of which must be uniformly spread through the living room while elephants trumpet.