Andrew suggested we have a family movie night tonight, which meant we needed a living-room-friendly meal. It couldn't be pizza because we had that on Wednesday night with the Elders. It couldn't be chicken nuggets because apparently we're out (that's what Andrew suggested when he got home and I was in the middle of baking cookies instead of making dinner (priorities, people)), so I suggested sandwiches, which was a good idea.
We watched Doctor Who, which was a less good idea.
The girls loved it.
Benjamin stood behind Andrew the whole time, peeking out every now and then to see what was going on. He didn't touch his dinner. And when it was over he said, "I didn't like that."
Anyway, we had sandwiches for dinner. Andrew was leading on the sandwich front while I was either feeding Zoë or working on those cookies (they're for an activity tomorrow and our Saturdays have been so crazy lately and tomorrow's no exception so I knew I wouldn't have time to bake then).
"Everybody needs to make a sandwich!" he called out. "Because we always finish each other's sandwiches."
"That's what I was going to say!" Miriam sang and then everyone sang, "I never met someone who thinks so much like me. Jinx! Jinx again!"
Miriam, still belting out the lyrics at the top of her lungs suddenly forgot all the words. "Our muh-luh-luh-luh-luh-luh," she fudged.
"Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation," I sang for her.
"What is mental?" Rachel asked.
"It's your mind," Andrew said.
"What's synchronization?" Miriam asked.
"It's doing something at the same time," I said.
"Like double dating?" she asked.
"No, not like double dating," I said, wondering how in the world she came up with that idea. "Not really. It's like..."
"Clocks can be synchronized," Andrew interjected. "Your bedroom clock is not synchronized with the kitchen clock because they don't ever say the same time."
"But," I said, "On the swing set when two people are swinging together at exactly the same time, that's synchronization."
"Yeah," Rachel said. "So...double dating."
"Oh, you call that double dating at school?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rachel and Miriam said synchronously, with a little bit of attitude.
"Huh. Well, when I was growing up we skipped dating altogether and just said people were married when they were swinging at the same time," I told them.
"That must have been horrible," Rachel shuddered.
Yeah. It was. Times were tough back then.
We watched Doctor Who, which was a less good idea.
The girls loved it.
Benjamin stood behind Andrew the whole time, peeking out every now and then to see what was going on. He didn't touch his dinner. And when it was over he said, "I didn't like that."
Anyway, we had sandwiches for dinner. Andrew was leading on the sandwich front while I was either feeding Zoë or working on those cookies (they're for an activity tomorrow and our Saturdays have been so crazy lately and tomorrow's no exception so I knew I wouldn't have time to bake then).
"Everybody needs to make a sandwich!" he called out. "Because we always finish each other's sandwiches."
"That's what I was going to say!" Miriam sang and then everyone sang, "I never met someone who thinks so much like me. Jinx! Jinx again!"
Miriam, still belting out the lyrics at the top of her lungs suddenly forgot all the words. "Our muh-luh-luh-luh-luh-luh," she fudged.
"Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation," I sang for her.
"What is mental?" Rachel asked.
"It's your mind," Andrew said.
"What's synchronization?" Miriam asked.
"It's doing something at the same time," I said.
"Like double dating?" she asked.
"No, not like double dating," I said, wondering how in the world she came up with that idea. "Not really. It's like..."
"Clocks can be synchronized," Andrew interjected. "Your bedroom clock is not synchronized with the kitchen clock because they don't ever say the same time."
"But," I said, "On the swing set when two people are swinging together at exactly the same time, that's synchronization."
"Yeah," Rachel said. "So...double dating."
"Oh, you call that double dating at school?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rachel and Miriam said synchronously, with a little bit of attitude.
"Huh. Well, when I was growing up we skipped dating altogether and just said people were married when they were swinging at the same time," I told them.
"That must have been horrible," Rachel shuddered.
Yeah. It was. Times were tough back then.
Ha, yeah, we don't watch Dr. Who with Mal. Partly because he can get way too noisy if he loses interest and partly because it's a bit too scary for him. But he loves his Dalek "lego" figure. We let him watch the first reboot episode with us and I think that's what led to his terror of mannequins, which I've now successfully turned into a fascination with them (must touch all the "skatues"). It's nice to have some things that we do just with Gareth though. Mal gets to stick with Pixar and PBS for now.
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