I've mentioned before that Mr. Z has been having some troubles at recess with that neanderthug by the swings. Well, thanks to some teacherly intervention, that seems to have been resolved but there's the ongoing recess dilemma that has also been plaguing the lad -- all the boys play soccer/football/basketball during recess and Mr. Z... well, let's just say he ain't what one might call "sporty." There are one or two other "non-exerty" type boys who he tends to hang with, but his options are slim. I've suggested that perhaps he might want to wander on over to where the girls are playing and see what voodoo they do during recess. That's usually met with a look that's loosely translated to, "What the shit, old man?!"
Fast-forward to today, and the boy comes home all excited telling me about a new game he played at recess... with the girls! Apparently, it's called "Huggies" and it involves the girls chasing after him and a couple of other nerdarinos -- when he gets caught, the girls hug him and pretend to kiss him. HUGGIES!!! The boy is a fucking GENIUS!!! I never got to play "Huggies." Hell, I never even got to play "Walk Nearies." If he's doing Huggies in fourth grade, who knows what kind of shit's gonna be going down on the playground by junior high. Shit, I better give him "the talk" soon. One too many "Huggies" and he's gonna be changing Huggies.
Oh, and here's the fortune I got tonight from a not-completely horrible new Thai restaurant we tried tonight:
What the fuck?! "Being an able man. There are always."?! Always what? ALWAYS WHAT?!?!? That's lame even for a fortune cookie. I don't know if it's a code, or what. It's not a palindrome. I tried to find an anagram in there. The best one I got was "Benign anal beam. Lay her seawater." Which makes a LOT more sense, because I certainly wouldn't lay her seawater if her anal beam were malignant. What kind of monster do they think I am?!