Old salt

We went sailing today. Thanks to Steve for hauling my ass out of the house. Thanks to Paul for providing the boat, excellent hospitality, and a rousing good time for all. Thanks to Greg for cheerfully hauling mucky anchors.

TheBigE spent his first two years on boats...literally. We lived on one until he was trached. This was his first time back on a boat since he was a toddler. His face was split in a perpetual grin. He got his sea legs back amazingly fast and has decided we need to sail a whole heck of a lot more. His favorite thing is the "turning real fast a lot". In addition to tacking, he loves being so heeled over that the rails are submerged and you're standing straight up...sideways in the boat:-)

Farts

Farting, my son assures me, is an art form whose importance cannot be underestimated. He practices dilligently, searching for that elusive perfect fart. Tone, duration and bouquet are all factors. Points are awarded for timing and form.

The other day, he let one that was sort of syncopated into two sections. "Mommm!! Did you hear that??!! Two chapters!!!!" It was a proud moment for all;-)

Ghost Detector

Watching a kids' ghost movie with TheBigE:

Main character goes into a creepy old house alone.

Mom: I bet the ghosts are going to come and get her now (bwahhaahaaa)!

TheBigE: I don't think so mom.

Mom: What do you mean??? Scary house, spooky music, little girl all alone wandering around...the ghost has to come now.

TheBigE: Well...the front door stayed open. In scary movies the bad stuff usually happens after the front door slams shut by ghost power or something.

On screen, an unseen cat makes a hideous screeching sound. Our hero gets scared and runs outside.

TheBigE: See, it was only a cat. And the front door is still open.