Spreading Cheer

Hi everyone. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything here, but that’s not because nothing has been happening. I know I often make it seem like the parents don’t know anything (and they don’t), but that isn’t to say we don’t have fun together. I don’t want to give that impression, so today I’d like tell you about how I’m making a positive impact in their lives.

The parents are really pretty glum folks most of the time. I worry that they don’t take time to really enjoy things. For example, the other day mommy’s big food heating box started glowing orange and emitting white smoke, and she didn’t even stay to watch. I wanted to stay and see the pretty colors, but apparently she thought that it was more important to go have a conversation with daddy.

To prevent their complete descent into tedium, I have taken it upon myself to inject fun into situations when I can. For example, if mommy puts the hypnotizer into my mouth, I look up at her, and then pop it back out. She retrieves it and puts it back in. It’s a really simple game (the parents can’t handle complex games yet), but we can play it for a long time. I’m not sure why it amuses her so much, but who can argue with results?

Another fun game to play with the parents is “Find the Hypnotizer”. I have mommy or daddy leave the room and I hide the hypnotizer somewhere in the crib. Then after it is well hidden (sometimes this takes a while) I call them back and they have to try and find it in the dark. They’re actually really bad at this game, but I guess that’s to be expected. As long as they want to keep trying, though, I’ll keep playing. It keeps our bond strong.

Anyhow, that’s all I’ve got time for today. I’ve got a very busy schedule these days, but I promise I’ll be back with more tales about how I’m enriching the parents’ lives soon.

A Christian Contribution to the Arts

I visited a friend the other day. His family always decorates the outside of their house for the holidays, and Halloween is no exception. His two small children, seeing me walking toward their door, rushed to show me each of the decorations adorning their porch.

On the steps were two large jack-o-lanterns. The one on the right had a face with tall eyes and whiskers, like a cat. The one on the left was a normal jack-o-lantern, except that its mouth was the word “BOO”. “I made it all by myself,” the son exclaimed.

“Really?” The detail and precision were a bit beyond what I normally expected from a first grader.

“Well, I got to use the knife,” he backpedaled, before rushing to show me a large witch decoration on the side of the porch.

Finally he pointed out two smaller jack-o-lanterns sitting inside the porch’s railing. “It’s a clown,” the son exclaimed. I looked closely and determined that he meant it had a circular nose, instead of a triangle like all the others.

“What is that on the side of your clown’s head?” I asked.

“Those are his ears. They’re crosses.” And they were. Big chunky crosses adorned each side of the clown’s head.

“Why did you use crosses for the ears?”

“We made those at church. They said we had to put crosses on them.” He sounded a bit apologetic and shortly later the tour ended, but it got me thinking about how modern American Christianity uses the cross.

I’m sure that the well-meaning teacher who said that every jack-o-lantern must incorporate a cross felt that he or she was striking a Christian blow against Satan and his evil trick-or-treating. Yet, in the end, all you have is a mildly frustrated first grader who thinks that the cross is some sort of brand symbol, much like the Nike swoosh.

Did we win?

The T-Bucket

My little brother is a lover of all kinds of motorized land vehicles. He is a professional driver, and has an eye for distinctive vehicles of all kinds. Over the past few years he has bought two different “racing” editions of the Ford Focus, a snowmobile, multiple quads, a Polaris RZR, and a boosted Ford F-150. Each of his vehicles is unique.

His most recent addition is what is commonly known as a T-Bucket. For those of you, like myself, who don’t follow the world of obscure car trends closely, a T-Bucket is a Ford Model-T that has been dismantled down to the frame and rebuilt into a street legal go-kart. Naturally when I went home to visit the family, he was eager, as he always is, to show me the wonders of his latest acquisition. Continue reading →