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I had a unique opportunity this weekend past to spend a lot of time just me and my kids, and there was some stuff I realized, some stuff that was funny, and some stuff that I just thought I would pass along.

First off - even though this happened last chronologically, Max lost another tooth on Sunday night, for a grand total of five. We were laying in his bed at the time and reading, and he was fiddling with it. I asked him if he wanted me to just yank it for him, and he said no. A few seconds later, it popped out and hit me, leading to one of those questions you think you'll never ask: "Did you just hit me with your tooth?" He rinsed for a while before going to bed, and then, seconds after I warned him not to drop the tooth down the drain, he dropped the tooth down the drain. Under cabinet plumbing comes apart way easier than it goes back together. Got the tooth back, though. In terms of genetic dead material, it's amazing what we sluice down the drain on a regular basis - and what we'll destroy to get a six-year-old's tooth back.

Putting shoes on Abby, she was insistent on more than one occasion on sock, sock, shoe, shoe. Finding this rampantly inefficient, I have always been a sock, shoe, sock, shoe person, unless of course, I don't know where my shoes are when putting on my socks. Abby's different, and gets upset if you attempt to subvert the system.

Abby also points out trees as you drive through town. All of them, but in groups, and stops when buildings are predominant. "Trees, trees, trees, trees, trees......trees...trees..." This goes on and on; it never stops. I have also concluded that toys are somewhat superfluous for a nigh-2-year-old; she had more fun with a strand of green Mardi Gras beads and a free pair of IMAX 3D glasses than any other toy we played with all weekend, with the possible exception of Max's orange lizard, which he bought at the grocery store for 3 bucks around Xmastime. He proudly came in the house asking all assembled, "You want to see my lizard?" She also rode the free horsey at the store for about 15 minutes.

Finally, while watching Unbeatable Banzuke, we were informed that nothing is constant in the Banzuke except for the "taste of defeat." That led to this exchange:

MAX: What do you think defeat tastes like?

ME: It's a metaphor, an expression. It doesn't actually taste like anything.

MAX:(after a pause) I think it tastes like chicken.

ME: (slowly & silently turns head to observe child staring off into space, reflectively.)

MAX: Like spicy chicken. Like the kind that hurts your throat.