We were grandladding again yesterday.
The good news was that Alex was very well behaved. The bad news was that William was not in a behaving mood.
The good news was that Alex enjoyed the Delaware Museum of Agriculture. The bad news was that William just wanted to run around and act antsy. I had to hold him down and give him a time out.
The good news was that ... wait, lunch was at McDonald's. That's automatically bad news. Bleh.
Then we went shopping. Der B is bound and determined that I have a cell phone with me. (I lost the old one, I know not where.) The new one flips open, so I can pretend I'm Captain Kirk and say "Beam me up, Scotty" when I call der B to tell him it's time to pick me up at work. It also takes pictures, and can IM and do all sorts of silly things phones never did when I was growing up. We also picked up a copy of the Astaire/Rogers DVD set. The good news was that Alex was interested in looking at the CD cases, and reading what was on them. The bad news was that William wanted to treat the store as a playground.
Then we found a bookstore. Lo and behold, more good news: Alex now likes books! In particular there's a series called "The Magic Treehouse," and whoever wrote the books is making a fortune because of their popularity. So we got him some of those. The bad news was that William wanted to treat the store as a playground. I carried him out.
Fortunately, it was time to head back to home. No movies.
And the final bit of good news: I slipped Elton John's
Caribou into the car CD player, and both Alex and William liked it! What with their earlier encounter with the Beatles (
Yellow Submarine), der B and I are getting them interested in rock! (Of course, when they memorize and start singing the first song from the John disc in front of their mother, there may be a problem. For those of you who don't remember, it's "The Bitch Is Back.")
Of course, when we got the lads back home and I mentioned that William had been acting up, Mommy couldn't wait for me to elaborate and had to start grilling William about what he'd done. And then she grilled der Grampa about the entire day. The bad news was that she didn't even talk to me from that point on, as if I didn't matter. Or maybe that was the good news.
When we got home, a couple of boxes were waiting for us. I've got a stack of twenty books about cooking and food waiting for my perusal.
And that's what I call good news.
(A shipment from Kritzerland is expected soon, too! My whole life doesn't revolve around food, after all!

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