Last weekend, we hopped into the car and headed over to the Denver Children’s Museum again.
I like to paint here …
… mostly because nobody cares when I go off-canvas.
Dad and I made this handy orange juice container purse in the museum’s wood shop. It comes in handy when shopping for fake groceries.
Once you buy fake ingredients at this museum, you can cook them in the kitchen.
Sometimes, the fake ingredients can fool even me.
Fake food wasn’t filling me up, so we stopped at one of our favorite vegetarian restaurants. It’s frequented mostly by fake artists who have tattoos and wish they were living in the East Village in 1974.
Yeah, I have no patience for them either.
Mom and Dad try to limit my TV time.
Really, they do.
But the fact is, it’s the only thing that keeps me still for more than 10 seconds.
And besides, a girl’s got to watch Franklin in the morning.
One of Dad’s lenses lets him take nice bright photos with nothing but light from the TV and a lamp.
I asked him if he could just use a flash like normal people.
He threatened to turn off the TV, so I stopped asking.
I try to maintain an inqusitive, intellectual appearance while watching TV. That way, Mom and Dad won’t worry that we should be reading instead.
It doesn’t always work.
There’s a fascinating crack in our driveway. The previous tenants seem to have tried to fill it with chewing gum and bees.
As it turns out, those are not contractor-grade repair materials.
I am as surprised as you are.
This is Eva from across the street. (I think that’s how you spell her name.) I took my shoes off on the sidewalk, so she helped me put them back on. Very helpful neighbors around here!
This really old kid on my “beep beep” is Zack. He lives on our block.
This is him in his turtle helmet. I’ve gotta get one of those.
I was pushing him around the neighborhood recently.
Come back here, Zack!
Whee!!!
Ba ha ha ha ha! He’s finally worn out!
