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Saturday Morning Swim and Gym
Here are a few pictures from this past Saturday morning. It was the last day of your gymnastics class, and they gave out medals at the end. You were pretty psyched. Plus, there were two grandmas and a grandpa in attendance, which was a hamming-it-up opportunity too good to pass up. I would have more pictures from swimming, but I had to hurry because I was breaking the “no parents on the pool floor during lessons” rule.
TMBG and "the doctor said don't do that" humor
We went to a They Might Be Giants show today, and you loved it. It was pretty much the same as a grown-up TMBG show, right down to the puppet-to-human ratio on stage.
This evening, in the car:
You: If you see a blue light, say “aaaahhh! there’s a blue light!”
Me: [Seeing some blue in a nearby neon sign] Aaaahhh! there’s a blue light!
You: No, a round blue light.
Me: Oh, I don’t see one of those.
You: They’re on the red light and the green light. [Probably-accurate translation: there are traffic signals with blue lights about somewhere.]
Me: Ok, wait. If a red light means ‘stop’, and a yellow light means ‘the light is about to turn red’, and a green light means ‘go’, what does a blue light mean?
You: It means “look out! there’s a blue light!”

Watching Wes Anderson Play Tennis is More Fun When There Is a Net
We’ve been meaning to try this for a while. Last night we grabbed a quick dinner out before hitting the Plaza to see The Fantastic Mr. Fox. It went well, but this morning didn’t and I think we may wait a while before trying a weeknight movie again. I enjoyed the movie more on the first viewing that I have any other Wes Anderson movie since Rushmore.















