tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post2110482555914772370..comments2008-04-23T11:31:36.178-07:00Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529044668868964131noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-37792780284517106622008-04-23T11:31:00.000-07:002008-04-23T11:31:00.000-07:00I couldn't think of a homophone (I used to think they were called homonyms) for "it".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-77463342712278373532008-04-23T11:27:00.000-07:002008-04-23T11:27:00.000-07:00theirs know weigh too no weather your to phat too due RAWROD, accept ewe dew it.<BR/><BR/>BotchedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-87103584147732006202008-04-23T09:41:00.000-07:002008-04-23T09:41:00.000-07:00I'm not going to Moab for RAWROD. I'm too out of shape.Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529044668868964131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-35047669192530341422008-04-23T07:10:00.000-07:002008-04-23T07:10:00.000-07:00it's good that the kids have learned lifes MOST important lesson: Never bring a knife to a gun fight.<BR/><BR/>Botched<BR/><BR/>P.S. Do I need to pick you up at the airport for RAWROD, or are you just riding your bike down to Moab?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-6149168948130556932008-04-22T07:17:00.000-07:002008-04-22T07:17:00.000-07:00Those little guys are funny, Bob. You can tell they have active minds; they're just not fully formed. But then, who of us can ever claim that?<BR/><BR/>It's too bad it wasn't the Twins playing the Angels. Of course sleeping with Twins when you yourselves are twins dulls the point.Stevehttp://contemplaydoh.spaces.live.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-48203596591534861172008-04-21T18:46:00.000-07:002008-04-21T18:46:00.000-07:00Anthony Bourdaine...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833907669377506399.post-92202840279853877992008-04-21T09:38:00.000-07:002008-04-21T09:38:00.000-07:00Kids never cease to amaze me.<BR/><BR/>My 5-year-old boy created his own game with the most convoluted bizarre rules, but it all makes perfect sense to him. It involves flicking other players fingers and a move called a "bounce", a special fly-away you can only use once and I'm still not sure how you determine who won. It seems most of the rules were created on-the-fly when he was about to lose (in true kid fashion). What was most surprising was that he could remember all of the rules days later. This tells me the game he created was very real in his mind, not just some whim. Fascinating.<BR/><BR/>While many times as a parent I have to steamroll the kids to get things done, I try to tread lightly and respect the things they value. I often find I'm the better for entering their world rather than always dragging them into mine.KanyonKrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01954169751206336705noreply@blogger.com