Monday, August 14, 2006
My son is dangerous. I mean that. No one with glasses must come within 15 feet of him without the risk of glasses being torn from faces. This includes me. Sadly, I must go get new glasses because of the little guy, he did much damage to my favourite (I mean only) pair of glasses, and they're now almost falling off my face. I wish I was talking just a little simple screw tightening and we're sorted, but he actually bent the frames. It's not a pretty sight. I guess it could have been worse - I did need to go in for a new prescription as its been well over two years since my last one. Oh well. I never get used to going to the optometrist.
Older Mike: There are seven lost secret fascinations and abilities. They are that: animals can talk; your favorite blanket is woven from a fabric so mighty, that once pulled over your head, it becomes an impenetrable force field, nothing is too heavy to lift with the aid of a cape; your hand, held forefinger out and thumb up, acutally fires bullets; jumping from any height with an umbrella is completely safe; monsters exist and can be both seen an done battle with; and the greatest, most special and regrettable loss of all: the ability to fly.