So Summer and I were discussing our picks for who would be the front runners on American Idol. Carly put on a really impressive performance last week, while David Archuleta was only mediocre, and that's being generous. Regardless, we both agreed that the top four (based on performance rather than popularity, and in no particular order) would probably end up being David Archuleta, Carly Smithson, Chikezie, and David Cook. During this conversation, I said something to the effect of "my vote is for Carly, but David Archuletta could very well give her a challenge."
Andrew looked shocked and quickly threw his two cents in with "What about Obama!?"
And then there's Logan. On a totally separate occasion, Summer was working on helping him to get excited about potty training, so like a good mom, she made up a potty chart and told him that he could go to Chuck E. Cheese as soon as he filled up the potty chart. Logan never mentioned a word about it during the rest of the week (and showed no interest whatsoever), until one day we caught him staring at the potty chart posted on the fridge. He was quietly counting the spaces and Summer asked him what he was doing. He looked at her, pointed to the potty chart and said "where a kid can be a kid!" We both started laughing because neither of us had said anything about the Chuck E. Cheese motto. He had somehow picked that one up himself.
Lastly, (and on a similar note) we had parent-teacher conference today for Andrew and part of it consisted of reviewing the pictures and accompanying stories that our child had drawn and written about each week during the year. Well, the first drawings showed Andrew playing checkers, going on picnics, playing at friends' houses, going sledding, etc. After about 15 or so of these types of pictures, we came across a clear picture of a television with lines coming off the bottom, and a person holding a black blob. The caption read something to the effect of "me playing PS2 and trying to get 20,000 points on Kim Possible." The next page had another picture of a TV and read "me playing PS2 and trying to beat the high score on Kim Possible and get Club Banana tokens." The next few pictues also showed the TV, but this time had lines going to a flat mat with well-depicted arrows and said "Me playing Dance Dance Revolution on the PS2 and trying to open a new guy." Another two or three of these pictures followed.
Me: "Hi, I'm Bryan"
Everyone: "HI BRYAN"
Me: "and um... I'm here because my son is a video game addict."
This somehow happened despite the fact that we rarely let him play more than 30 minutes a day. We're really not bad parents! His teacher even said that he was an exceptionally good student, and his report card shows near-perfect marks in every subject area. What to do, what to do!
