RJ decided that today would be a great day to wear a tie and eat a strawberry… and put on a performance for the rest of the family.
RJ decided to tie off a few loose ends.
What is this before me? A delicious snack?
Ahh, strawberry, my dear old friend. Perhaps I'll enjoy just a nibble.
CHOMP!
(while packing lunches for school)
Dad: So RJ, what do you want for lunch?
RJ: Hmmm… How about… chip?
Dad: No chips, something else?
RJ: Just grab a potato, then you slice it nice and thin…
Dad: (pointing to loaf of sliced bread) How about this instead?
Now in front of me is a very rare Brazilian Potato. I carefully open the wrapping, and then large chips just peel away. Amazing stuff! Greatest invention since…RJ: (sternly) That’s not a Brazilian potato. That’s impossible.
Dad: What do you mean?
RJ: Don’t you remember the song? The Brazil song?
RJ: (singing) No tea…. Or tomato juice…
You’ll see… No potato juice…RJ: No potato juice means no potatoes. Sorry.
Dad: You’re right… My mistake — wrong South American country. Now in front of me is a very rare Bolivian Potato…
LR stirs the sauce and takes a look to make sure it's simmering nicely.
A couple of weeks ago, LR’s teacher gave the class an assignment. Cook some food and document the procedure, including ingredients and all the steps required to make it. LR took this on board, and then (in her usual manner) decided to kick it up a notch — she’d invite her teacher over for dinner to eat it with us!
(early morning)
RJ: (whispering) LR… LR, wake up…. LR… Wake up, LR…
LR: What, RJ? What is it?
RJ: I put Mozy in my place next to Dad, where I was. Then I got out of bed.
LR: Shhhh… Good idea!
(a minute later)
Dad: (Yawning and stretching) Good morning, RJ!
(giggling from beside the bed)
Dad: Time to get up. Don’t lay around in bed all day.
(louder giggles)
Dad: It’s a school day today. Better get dressed!
(more giggles)
Dad: Wow, RJ, you’re feeling very fluffy this morning. Your entire face is fuzzy! I think it’s about time you started shaving.
(fits of laughter)
(later, while eating breakfast)
Dad: Come on RJ, eat up a bit faster please.
RJ: Mrrmmmummm mmmm.. Rrrrrmmmmummm oommmmmm…
Dad: I don’t speak mosasaur, RJ. You’ll have to translate.
RJ: Mrrrroomummmmoom… Only spinach… Roommmummmrmmm…
Dad: But I thought mosasaurs were carnivores… They ate fish and things like that…
RJ: Rooomummm… Not today… Mrrrrrmmmmm… On a diet….
(while eating breakfast)
RJ: Weather chip!
Dad: Whats a weather chip?
RJ: It all starts with a storm… A tornado... And if it goes over a farm you… get… a… Corn Tornado!
Dad: And that makes chips?
RJ: No. You need to have lightning too! Booooooom! Weather Chips!
RJ: … But not in Bali. In Bali they get rice crackers — because they grow rice there.
(a minute or two later, the singing starts)
Dad: Which chip?
RJ: Weather chip!
Dad: What chip?
RJ: Weather chip!
Dad: Chip ship?
RJ: Weather chip!
Dad: Where the chip?
RJ: Weather chip!
RJ: (deviously) I’m going to teach that to the Smarties at school. They dont know anything… Except kitchens — because that’s all they have to play with over there.
(while cooking dinner at Rottnest)
RJ: (grabs a piece of uncooked spaghetti) Hey Dad. (crunch, crunch) What does this sound like? (crunch, crunch, crunch)
Dad: I dunno… Crunching?
RJ: Yes, but crunching what?
Dad: Umm… Crunching sticks? Bones?
RJ: Good… gooooood…
RJ: (grabs nearly-empty packet of uncooked spaghetti) Can I have these bits of pasta?
Dad: Sure thing. What for?
RJ: A secret project…
(5 minutes later while carrying dinner to a friend’s at Rottnest, RJ runs off into a dark alleyway.)
Dad: RJ! Come back!
RJ: (Silence…)
Dad: RJ! This stuff is hot and heavy and I don’t want to drop it. I need you to come back RIGHT NOW.
RJ: (Distant crunching noises… then a sudden explosion of rustling and snapping leaves and twigs) YEAH HAAAHAAHAA! IT WORKS!
RJ: (Excitedly runs around the corner) It works! It works!!!
Dad: What? What works?
RJ: The quokkas are terrified of me! Especially when I run up and make bone crunching noises at them!
RJ: (Triumphant) They think I’m a predator!
(while eating breakfast)
RJ: What if everything was made of rice bubbles? It would be great, we could eat anything!
Dad: Yeah, but you can’t survive on just rice bubbles. There’s not enough protein or vitamins.
RJ: Hmmm….
RJ: What if everything in the world was made of rice bubbles…. and bacon?
Dad: Deliciously awesome. That would work much better, but wouldn’t everything fall apart?
RJ: Hmmm….
RJ: What if everything in the world was made of rice bubbles…. and bacon… and peanut butter sandwiches?
Dad: That probably fixes everything!
RJ: Except roads.
Dad: I don’t know… PB sandwiches get pretty hard when they’re stale…
RJ: Good thinking, Dad! Bacon wheels rolling on peanut butter sandwich roads! We’ll need those!
Dad: Why?
RJ: So the trucks can get through!
Dad: The trucks?
RJ: It is going to get so messy when it rains. The trucks are going to have to come through to clean up. Floods are going to be a big problem.
(extremely excited about a new idea)
RJ: … it’s just like the rice we found growing in Bali, except with the grass and leaf bits taken off and we could plant it in our own garden and have small fields in there, some with rice and some with wheat and some with alfalfa and we could collect it up each year and gather it into big bales and we could have Scarlet carry it around on her back, she’s super strong you know, like one of those animals… called… what are they called again?
Dad: Umm… I’m not sure exactly what you’re talking about…
RJ: You know! Those animals! The ones that carry stuff!
Dad: Animals? That carry stuff?
RJ: Yeah! Hay dogs! That’s it! She could be our hay dog and carry it all around for us and then we could sell it to people at the market!
RJ: Dad! I’ve got a new invention in the play room and I need you to be really careful!
Dad: Careful? Why? What is it?
RJ: I’m inventing a new disease. It’s really dangerous.
Dad: Oooo-kay… What does it do?
RJ: Well, when you catch it, you cough a little bit and then you feel a bit sick and then skin grows across your mouth and you can’t eat or drink anything!
Dad: That sounds awful!
RJ: It gets worse after that. Then you start bleeding, and THEN you die.
Dad: What on earth do you need a something like that for?
RJ: We need to be ready when the bad guys show up. This will be the only way to stop them.
Dad: Okay then. Try not to get it on your clothes.
We’re back from our awesome holiday and the good news is: no monkey bites or life-threatening illnesses!
While we’re getting those pictures sorted out, here’s everything else we got up to during April: our neighbours visited with their new baby, we played real video games for the first time, we took some friends ice skating, we dyed some eggs for Easter and we also noticed that a movie character has been taking fashion tips from… Dad?
Our neighbour's mummy bobtail lizard had babies and they were super cute!
