Photography, art, things that occur to me.
Long-time fans of The Boy may recall his first joke: somewhere around the age of 18-24 months, he put his bowl on his head and said, “New hat.”
He tried his first traditional-format joke tonight at dinner:
Me: “Tell us a joke.”
The Boy: “Does Dr. Doofenshmirtz poop in a car?”
Me and The Mrs: “I don’t know. Does Dr. Doofenshmirtz poop in a car?”
The Boy: “Yes.”
The Boy: “Daddy, what do bears eat?”
Me: “Hmm. They eat fish. And honey. Oh, and berries.”
The Boy: “Blueberries?”
Me: “Sure. All kinds of berries: blueberries, blackberries, boysenberries…”
The Boy: “BEARS EAT BOYS AND BERRIES?!”
“I’m just going to look at the ground.”
“hangs off edge of bed”
“The ground is so good.”
The Mrs: “You’re three years old today! Do you feel different?”
The Boy: “I don’t feel different. I just feel Conrad.”