In Which We Bring Our Children Up to Be Clones

I am aware that my children will likely have different interests then Paul and me. It is very possible that G or M could become interested in *gasp* sports. But for right now, we are happy to involve them in our interests and we enjoy the times when they imitate us.
Which brings me to this weekend.

When we lived in Manitoba, we went to Central Canada Comic Con a couple of times. When we moved here, we discovered Sci-Fi on the Rock, a Sci-Fi Convention here in St. John's. Since we are massive geeks, we went last year and again this year (and certainly will in the future). For the first day, G and Paul were Superman and M and I were Batman.

  (spot the Eleventh Doctor in the background!)

The kids were some of the youngest there and so got a fair amount of attention. It's fun to dress them up as things we like and be a big geeky family together.

Which brings me to the clone thing: it's not the costumes, it's her. G was at a "How to be a Ninja" panel for kids where they basically learned a few martial arts moves and were encouraged to keep active. The other kids there were about 6 to 10 years old, some of them dressed as Jedi.  At the end, the woman in charge had some prizes. One went to a boy, the other went to a girl, then one was up for everyone. She gave the first two away with some Star Wars trivia and the last, she asked: "What is Superman's real name?"
There was a long pause while the older kids seemed to be racking their brains. G kinda looked up at her for awhile and shouted out "CLARK KENT!"
She was so proud of herself. The prize was a (slightly age-inappropriate) toy bow and arrow set that she learned how to shoot when we got home.
It is truly our daughter who would love to answer a trivia question. 

My apologies OR Bathroom Adventures

So, I have apologize to anyone who visits our house and uses our washroom. Our towel rack is currently missing. You can use one of the towels hanging on the back of our door, but it is a bit awkward. We hope to put it up by the end of the week.

How did it come down, you ask? Well, that is the story of this post.

You see, I have a bit of a fear. When shower curtains are closed - at my house, or someone else's, I can't shake the feeling that someone is behind them. So I check. Every time.

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But! Paul always closes the curtain because he's a good person who is trying not to grow mold on our shower curtain. So, a couple of nights ago as I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I did my nightly push-the-curtain and realized that there could be someone behind that curtain, and that someone could be me.

I knew that Paul would be coming to the bathroom any moment to brush his teeth, so I quickly jumped into the (thankfully dry) tub and pulled the shower curtain closed.

From the angle of the mirror, I could see perfectly when Paul came in, so I timed it exactly when he got to the sink...

BOO!!

Paul, who was not expecting this, even a tiny amount, FREAKED out. He grabbed both his chest and the closest thing - the towel rack, gasping while I was killing myself laughing. The towel rack came right out of the wall, he was so surprised.

So, now we have to fix it.

But - totally worth it.




* Source for photo

Adventures in Chocolate Pudding