Sunday, March 22, 2009

grope-a-gator

The Biscuit's first encounter with a wacky, waving, inflatable, arm-flailing tube man.
She was appropriately horrified.

Touch-A-Truck is one of those genius concepts that appeals to everyone wishing to thoroughly exhaust their child for free. Basically, a local municipality drives every truck, Bobcat, and bulldozer they own into a field, puts them in neutral, pops some popcorn, and hopes for the best.

Then parents fight for too little parking, purchase $6 hot dogs from a 30-minute-long line, and bribe their children to hold still for pictures instead of just screaming MOONWALK! and crying.

We love it.

And it's educational, too. This picture, for example, is brought to you by the letter "N":

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And this image shows the basic measuring agent for a child against known quantities. It doesn't end at "knee-high to a grasshopper, you know.


The Biscuit is currently knee-high to a leggy moose and well on her way to knee-high to Abraham Lincoln. Proof that oatmeal and yogurt does a Biscuit good!

She was also really excited to see the inside of a school bus. Seriously, is this my child? I can think of very few tortures as exquisitely painful as riding the cheese. But she's adamant that one day, she'll be a big kid, and she'll ride a school bus.

And hopefully never get thrown out of the emergency exit.



Oh, and she also got to drive a Gator around with her grandfather. Always a learning experience in our family.


Sadly, she utterly refused to climb up in any other truck. It was school bus, Gator, and fire truck. And all the pictures of her in the fire truck were pretty bland.

We did get one artsy one, though.


As for t.rex, he basically did his best imitation of a lump. Sit, watch, nurse. Given the outrageous number of horns blaring, moonwalk motors churning, and children screaming in fear, that's about the best you can hope for out of a 4-monther. And he didn't crap his pants!

Our excellent day continued with a wonderful lunch with Nina, some quality quiet time, dueling naps, blistering yard work, our favorite family dinner, three episodes of The Office, and toenail painting.

Life is sweet. And not, like, Twinkie sweet.

More like 9-inch-tall, made-from-scratch tiramisu cheesecake sweet.


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