We're going to have to hire screeners...

So Pete may have a thing for scissors.

I'm in Honolulu right now for work. (I know, "must be rough..." etc. etc. etc.) It's been raining the whole time. Feel better now?

Anyway, Heather told me yesterday that Pete found another pair of scissors and, after having learned his lesson about cutting his own hair, cut up his t-shirt.

While he was wearing it.

So now, anyone coming to our house will be searched. If I find scissors, I will confiscate them.

Or you can find a post office and mail them to yourself.

Matches and nail clippers are still OK. For now.

Some Videos

Sorry about the sparse posting. I just wanted everyone to get the full impact of the great calculator scam job. Here are some short videos. I'll be travelling for work over the next couple of weeks, but if I have the opportunity, I'll post some more.

The first is while Pete is supposedly taking a nap. If you can't see it below, here's a link



The second demonstrates Nora's enthusiasm for eating. If you can't see it, here's a link.

I realize this won't interest anyone

When I pop the hood on my car, I'm usually hoping to find something glaringly obvious (i.e. a detached, cool-to-the-touch hose lying placidly on the top of the engine, directly next to where it should connect, or maybe on on/off switch). I had a similar hope when I cracked open my calculator to try to fix it. Unfortunately, the calc met its maker, but I discovered something interesting in the process. Note the black square in the upper right of the left picture. This appears to be a solar cell. However, as the right picture shows, it's not connected to anything, and is, in fact, just a piece of black plastic.

The manufacturer presumably discovered they could charge a premium for a solar cell calculator without actually providing one, and the consumer wouldn't know the difference until it was too late. Clever but deceitful design.

Check this off the list of inevitable kid experiences

Last week, during his nap, Pete took his style into his own hands, going for a screw-the-man, unconventional, assymetrical, rock-and-roll hairstyle. His recounting of the incident went something like this (using my best imitation of Pete-grammar):

Me: Pete, what happened during your nap today?
Pete: I was sleeping, and then, I wanted put some lotion on my hands, so I opened my lotion drawer and me found some very good scissors for cutting my hair. I found some scissors in one little package in my lotion drawer. Then, I was cutting my hair with my scissors. Then, my mommy come in my room and she said 'Pete, don't do that anymore'. Just like that, Daddy!