So be warned.

I have a mid-term next Monday on this book. It’s an excellent book - was a tad dry in the beginning but I have begun to appreciate what it has to say. I suppose it’s like realizing your crusty co-worker isn’t all that bad and that her humor is just a little dark with a side of extra - and then finding out she runs a S&M club in her basement.

Of course, not that I know of anyone who does this… or that I even frequent such establishments.

Anyway, I digress.
Why am I digressing when I have such precious moments to spend with you? Simple, because that’s what this whole website is about, digressing the pants off my life.

Lets see, what did I not get to tell you while snot plugged up all crevasses of my brain…

Franklin had his first dentist appointment on Saturday. We go to this team of doctors who are surfers and who also happen to have gone through dentistry school. I believe they may live on the island primarily to surf. In fact, I think the whole “dentistry thing” is merely side hobby.
They all talk like surfers too - very funny.
Most importantly, they are cute, which helps when one of them is telling you about an impending root canal.
"Crown the sucker, buddy! Just keep talking to me with those blue eyes!"

Most importantly (ahem), the check-up went well. His teeth are excellent, his funky mutant tooth/teeth will most likely grow into two and he has charmed the pants off of everyone there. I think the dentist is my son’s hero.

It could be worse.
It could be the exterminator.

We also went to the Royal BC museum – D’s Mom, D, Franklin and I. Quite frankly, I’m surprised we saw anything other than “Manfred the Mammoth” in the Natural History Gallery. At one point, two very official looking men in suits were discussing something most terribly important in front of his beloved mammoth and Franklin gleefully skipped up and spoke in his super fast information chatter,

“Thisisamamoth... Thisismanfred… Heisfromtheiceagemovie... Thisismanfredfromtheiceagethisisamammoth”

All the men heard were,

“This (mummer mummer)... Mammoth (mummer mummer)… is from the (mummer mummer)… Ice Age”

Both suits turned to me and nodded approvingly like I had taught my little wonder child all about the Mesozoic Era and prehistoric life when, in actual fact, he watched a cartoon while I drank coffee and tried to remember what Portugal looked like.

I should have been a teacher.
Clearly, I have skills.