The kiddo and I were at a park earlier today when we almost got … indoctrinated. I was sitting on the edge of a sandbox (it’s an awesome park) and the kiddo was inside playing. Another kiddo, maybe a year or two older, was also playing in the sandbox with a dump truck.
Then I blinked and one of the other kid’s siblings appeared. This one was maybe a year or two older than the first one.
I blinked again and yikes, another one! This one maybe four or five years older.
And oh lord, that kid circling who is a year or so younger than the youngest one … are you part of this pack?
It seems like many people are having fewer kids these days but there are some really bucking the trend. Kudos to you, weird commune seeming people. Oh wait, my son just picked up a fistful of sand and in the same time he took that the commune-mom got pregnant. No, she wasn’t having sex at the park, it’s just the family is that efficient.
But wow … was that ever one relaxed family. One of the brood crying at all times, seemingly taking turns with who would be crying, a dad who wasn’t there, and a mom just floating around, thinking (I can only assume) murderous thoughts.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to convince my wife she should be pregnant and/or nursing for the next twelve years.
Brood, here we come!!
Back (apologies for my handwriting!)
The text of the postcard is
My how daydreams change. When I was in middle school I read RoboTech and fantasy books and pictured myself in their worlds.
Now I see beautiful national parks and think of packing up the car and going camping with my family.
Both are escapes, but my how daydreams change.
Why am I doing this?
This past weekend a cousin of mine (who helped inspire this world famous band) introduced me to a new game: Telephone Pictionary.
The idea is that person 1 writes down a phrase, person 2 looks at the phrase and draws a picture to capture that phrase, person 3 looks at only the picture and writes down what phrase he/she thinks it is supposed to represent (so if you’re perfect at this then person 3’s phrase matches person 1’s phrase) … Like I said, Telephone Pictionary.
Each person has a stack of papers and a pen and you’re off. You could have only one person write phrases/draw at a time but that’s boring.
Here are the results of round 1 of the game. The initial phrase is mine.
My other phrases were tougher: “shhh, don’t make this weird” and “history is bunk.”
Swords in a puddle, the guy added to represent a confused look (my question mark was maybe a little mean) and … see what happens?
And now death is in the picture.
This fella on the boat is supposed to be death. TALENT.
“Death” with his sickle has become a fishing caveman.
(Also the above picture really is an unintentionally decent drawing of Captain Caveman.)
And the final drawing … Which is basically the exact thing anyone would draw when hearing the phrase “swords in a puddle.”