Kintropy In Action

Hannah and the kids picked me up from work Tuesday night, and we all headed to the pharmacy to pick up a few prescriptions.  The plan was 1) prescriptions, 2) dinner at home, 3) some family time, 4) kid bedtime, 5) Mom and Dad downtime, 6) Mom and Dad collapse five minutes later, snoring.

Gabriel and Hannah had other plans.

"Dad!" Gabriel piped in from the seat behind me. "I found a new Lego Mars game on the computer!  You have to play it!  It's really, really fun."

"Gabriel, we've got some things to do first..."

"But you have to play it; you'll really, really like it!"

Hannah, sitting next to Gabriel in the van, laughed at his excitement.  "La, la, la - Da-Da," she proclaimed.

So my kids had my night timecard punched.  Given Hannah's request, I sang a few songs on the way to and back from the pharmacy. Hannah exclaimed her excitement at my compliance. Gabriel and I descended into silliness, singing old, gross Dr. Demento radio show songs.  Mom initially groaned, then joined in with her own invented lyrics.  We laughed our way home. 

Gabriel continued to pester about the game the remainder of the night (both kids are singularly focused - no idea where those genes came from).  Wanting to keep some vestige of control over my schedule, I demurred until tonight.

So tonight we sat down after dinner to play the Lego game over the internet.  Gabriel showed me around the landscape on the PC for about five minutes, asked for my help, I took over, and he disappeared. 

Again, no idea where those genes come from.

-- Dad