The other day while Jorja was at school, Ginny and I were watching TV while she had her snack. We had on the Playhouse Disney channel and 'Johnny and the Sprites' was on. This show is pretty lame, even by kids' show standards. The story this day was that Johnny had a new video game and was obsessed with playing it. The sprites (some sort of little creatures that live in his garden) wanted him to come outside and play cloverball. He wouldn't go and insisted on playing his game. He played so long that he fell asleep. In his dream he played his video game long enough to look like Santa when he woke up. All his little sprite friends had moved away and he was devastated. He woke up and was relieved to find he was still young and then went outside to play. Was the irony of this totally lost on the writers? Is there really a difference between TV and video games? I guess so.
It is definitely starting to feel like fall here. The girls went outside to play this morning before lunch (no evil video games or TV - I learned from Johnny) and they had cold hands and ears, so we dug out mitts and toques. Jorja wanted to wear the toque and mitts to school this afternoon, and it was still cool, so I said sure. So when I went to pick her up, she had the toque on, and didn't have the bottom rolled over like it should be. It was sticking straight up way over her head kind of like Bob and Doug. If that wasn't enough, she had the mitts stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie. She didn't put the mitts on for the walk home and about half way home, she looked down and just started to laugh. Like really laugh. She said to me, "Look at my mitts. It looks like I have little tummy boobs." Then she howled again. I had nothing. All I could do was laugh. I guess they did kind of look that way. Later.