"If you explode it in Ft Knox, the entire gold supply of the US would be radioactive for 57 years." - James Bond, Goldfinger (1965)
Lego appears to have introduced a tech-support Lego guy. Or a George Lucas Lego.
First, an apology. I promised to
I think The Mrs. was bitten by a radioactive spider when she was preggers with Pugsley. There is no other explanation, least not one I can think of.
It started last week . . .
The Mrs. was out doing, well, whatever it is The Mrs. does when she’s not cracking the whip on The Boy, Pugsley and I. Exactly what The Mrs. does when she’s not keeping us from killing ourselves is a mystery to all of us.
Our (The Boy and I) only guesses so far:
- conducting secret government agent business,
- engaging in girl lumberjack competitions,
- shopping for Pez™, or
- getting away from the three numbskulls that make her life a smelly ball of mud and noise.
I (reluctantly) got up and went into the other room. Pugsley, all two years and a week of him, was smiling and laughing, standing on The Boy’s chest o’ drawers, jumping up and down, and dancing. The surface of the dresser is some three feet off the ground.
What had lured Pugsley up there was the light switch. When he finally figured out that light switches weren’t intended to be decorative, rather, they were intended to actually do something, Pugsley became obsessed with trying to put his grubby little sweaty fingers on each and every one in the house.
Then, today, we found him on the middle of the kitchen table, sitting and playing with a toy.
The last straw was a trip up a set of stairs that a baby could easily fall down from. We caught up with Pugsley when he was about 8’ off the ground. The Boy decided to create a sign warning Pugsley that he shouldn’t climb stairs.
How Pugsley got up on The Boy’s dresser is still a mystery to us. That’s why I think that a radioactive spider is to blame. No human child could have climbed up the dresser like that. Also, The Mrs. seems to have the ability to shoot webs out of her hands. All six of them.
9 Comments:
I love the sign.... older siblings are great.
My own personal Pugsley, we'll call him Noah, is just shy of 2. He has no trouble climbing to the top of the bunk beds with or without warning. He is also quite good at climbing into my jeep which is a step up for a 6 foot tall man.
Perhaps it's something they are now giving them when they are born? All I remember was a bunch of nurses, lots of needles, and a strange glowing baby.
Keep a good work man!
I hate to ask, but did that lego guy come with a sedan full of little red sticks connected by wires? He looks like disgruntled middle eastern man, check out the lower vest, looks like he might be ready for a bus ride.
Hey John, spiders have EIGHT legs . . .
It was when I began to look like that lego figure that I knew it was time to quit tech support
(Have I mentionned how I love your writing)
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susane,
Yup. It's still up, but either Pugsley can read it or the swat on his hiney calmed his ardor for the stairs . . .
johncub,
Hey, dude!
Pugsley is already about four inches taller than The Boy was at his age. I'm thinking it's the radiation.
onegler,
You're a spammer, dude.
cwh,
Why, yes . . . he did! Ack, there goes the Hot Wheels loop-de-loop thingy!
fr. dcn. raphael,
Thought about that (really) in that she's standing on two, and flinging webs out the other (beautiful) six.
mouse,
LOL!!! Actually, it's better that you not smell like the lego figure .. . . !
(thank you!)
tierre,
You're evil, man. Evil!!!!
Evil? Moi?
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