A couple days ago, I noticed that I had not posted a new blog at all this month! That’s really lazy, but to be fair, our house has been awash in sickness. Two consecutive weeks of Spring Break (Sean one week and Katie the next), and not only was I not able to convince Katie to dance around for me in a bikini, all three of us had hacking, fevers, runny noses, and aches to varying degrees. Combine that with a general lack of sleep for everyone, and you have The House of the Expectorating Dead.
|We were sneezing our braaaaiiiiiinnnnnsssss out|
Plenty has happened this month, so my plan is to have Catch Up Week. Today’s installment is more reflection on my son’s imagination. I’ve talked about his strange habit of declaring what his poop looks like here, but this one will be way less disgusting.
We were leaving an early evening trip to Wal Mart, and Sean was looking at all the clouds moving in. I don’t recall ever laying on top of a grassy knoll whilst discerning the shapes in clouds. I don’t think I did it in a book depository ever (and there’s our history joke for the day). That’s one of those classic images we see in romantic movies and cartoons, which probably tells us something. I do not recall Jean-Claude Van Damme learning the spinning crescent kick from meditating on a cloud that is kicking another cloud’s head off, so it must not be something grown men are meant to understand.
|I see your were unprepared for my cumulo-nimbleness|
So here’s the cloud Sean saw. What do you see?
Well he sees a frog dancing on seals. I can kind of see it if I’m honest. Those seals had it coming I’m sure. Just look at their smug little water vapor faces. They probably are pretentious little twits that saw Frog do something normal, like eat a fly steak, only to then interject about the poor treatment of flies at fly processing facilities and how all the chemicals in that fly are making us more aggressive. Frog knows this is stupid, so in a blind rage of fly steak-powered righteousness, he does the Running Man all over the seal and his stupid seal friends.
I’m going to assume that Sean sees the weird floating symbols like in the Da Vinci Code movie, only without Tom Hanks’ crazy hair from that movie and more of a Thundercats-style “sight beyond sight.”