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The Greatest Story Never Told

I was in the middle of writing an entry. It was a really good one, too. None of that mommyblogging nonsense I usually draft. It had explosions! And destruction! And witty dialogue! It was going to be awesome.

Except Abby had other plans.

I could envision the entry’s direction so clear and vivid, it was just waiting to role from my fingertips. Fire! Mayhem! Action! Guns! There were guns. Big manly guns. One exciting sequence after another.

But Abby wouldn’t stop pushing my keyboard away. It’s hard to write when one’s keyboard keeps moving.

I was determined to persevere, though. This entry was so awesome, it deserved to be told. In the midst of all the nonstop action, it was also a love story. The most romantic, incredible love story ever written. White horse and everything, straight out of a Taylor Swift video. Boy meets girl…

As Abby kept grabbing at my hand, prying my fingers backward in mid-sentence. And pounding keys. And banging on the table with the mouse, right click here, highlight there. A touch distracting, yes.

Still, I continued on, even though the scene was growing ever more distant. What was I saying? About explosions? And a love story? Now I remember…

That’s when Abby became more than indignant, screaming so hard she gave herself the hiccups. I guess she had enough of trying to be subtle, attention now damn it. And I lost all train of thought.

Fine, I didn’t want to write that entry anyway. We’ll just stick with what I know best. Believe me, though, it would have been AWESOME.

Friends in the Age of Facebook

So, Jedi has acquired this… friend.

This friend is fine enough. It’s just… something’s a little off.

And cute, sure. I mean, his friend, he has plump red lips, black beady eyes, yellow skin… wings.

It’s a duck, alright. My son has formed an attachment to a rubber ducky.

It started a few nights ago when it was accidentally left in his bed. When he awoke the next morning, he told me all about how ducky had kept him safe all night. How it was watching him play games on the IPhone before he went to sleep. How this duck, it had accepted his friend request.

His FRIEND REQUEST.

Which, of course, only means one thing. Well, maybe two things: OMG BFF! And, my son might possibly need to lay off the computer games a little.

I can just imagine the fun we’ll have once he’s old enough to discover Facebook.

Jedi now carries this duck around with him. He talks to it. He sits with it in his lap. He has to have it with him when he goes to bed, to sleep in his pillow. I’m sure it’s just a passing quirk, something that he’ll stop by next week? Maybe? I mean, this is normal, right? Oh hell, who even knows anymore.