steakums tells me that RocketBoy got off the bus today claiming not to be RocketBoy, but rather “Duplicator #1”, a duplicate made (and controlled) by RocketBoy. RocketBoy reportedly spent the day in his bedroom, beaming instructions to Duplicator #1 with his brain.
Of course, my first thought is, why can’t I do this?
This stems from reading some Calvin and Hobbes last night where Calvin duplicates himself and the duplicates run wild. RocketBoy learned from Calvin’s mistake and integrated mind control into his duplicator. Nice.
When I got home last night, steakums was busy being transmogrified into a dog, some boots, a few other household items, and then back to mom by Scout. When it was my turn, she just transmogrified me into a dog and left me that way.
We were watching Kung Fu Panda last weekend, and there is a scene where the bad guy throws a huge chunk of rock at a good guy. The good guy destroys the rock, only to be caught unaware as the bad guy comes hurling through the exploding rubble and pounds him.
“That’s a chess move,” says RocketBoy.
And, of course, he was right. It’s a specific form of double attack… forcing a counterattack on an attacking lesser piece that opens you up for an attack by a stronger piece.
Chess is RocketBoy’s new Planets.
The other day, Scout came home with a lot of her hair highlighted in pink. We had assumed that they had played dressup at daycare, and they had put some hair color in her hair.
We found out that Scout had accidentally gotten hold of a pink or red Sharpie during the day, and proceeded to give herself a makeover.
I have to say… it looked pretty cool. She does good work.
RocketBoy was looking at chess sets, as he would like a new one for Xmas. We came across an outdoor one, with pieces that are a foot and a half tall, for something like $350. Of course, that was the one he wanted. Who wouldn’t? I explained that it was probably too expensive.
“But Santa Claus doesn’t have to pay for these, right? I mean, he just makes them.”
Errr… I spun some line about not having enough material to make toys for other kids if he used it all up on a huge chess board for him.
“But can’t he just get more stuff to make it with?”
I told him they only have so much stuff each year to make other stuff with, and then changed the subject by pointing out a cool magnetized set, because a few more back and forth volleys and we’d be deep into Santa Clause Economics, and that can’t end well.
Scout could not be more excited by The Very Busy Spider. RocketBoy was never here nor there about the book, but Scout is all about it. Also, any book about dinosaurs. Again, RocketBoy was only tangentially interested in dinosaurs.
Nothing builds sibling consensus like Spongebob Squarepants, though.
You know those people on Heroes who have the power to scream so loud you can see the sound waves emanating from their mouths, and trees fall down and ears bleed and people are blown across the room from the sheer force of it?
Scout can totally do that.
An incomplete list of words RocketBoy can read: me, you, it, to, like, I, a, for, the, Calvin, Hobbes, Bone, good, goo, go, hey, AAAAAA!, bye, row, Spongebob, Squarepants, mommy, an, at, yes, no, quit, continue, play, checkmate, chess, ball, mall, all, Obama, vote.
I’m trying to figure out how to make a story using just those words. I need more verbs.