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botiasI started out by taking 3yo and 1yo on an outting. A local homeschooler was hosting a singer/storyteller type and I thought it might be fun. It was actually more like Sunday school for liberals. Now, I consider myself liberal, culturally at least. Anyone can tell you, I am not a h8er. Peace, love, healin', it's all good, but somehow when people pull out their guitars and start singing and proselytizing about them, it shorts something in my brain. I feel vaguely guilty about this but... there you have it.
3yo put his hands over his ears and curled up in a ball on the floor saying "Too noisy!". So we left. (Grandma observed in a bewildered tone that he was transfixed by Disney On Ice though it was very loud. Probably some sort of corporate mind control.)
Later we all went to the annual Science Night at the local community college which was fun. Yay! I learned the identity of some local rocks I'd been wondering about, bought a cool plant from the ag dept, 3yo scored a plastic cockroach for which he has declared his undying affection, live raptors, exploding gummi bears, trebuchets, all good things. :)
3yo put his hands over his ears and curled up in a ball on the floor saying "Too noisy!". So we left. (Grandma observed in a bewildered tone that he was transfixed by Disney On Ice though it was very loud. Probably some sort of corporate mind control.)
Later we all went to the annual Science Night at the local community college which was fun. Yay! I learned the identity of some local rocks I'd been wondering about, bought a cool plant from the ag dept, 3yo scored a plastic cockroach for which he has declared his undying affection, live raptors, exploding gummi bears, trebuchets, all good things. :)
