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best super hero ever

In our house, we don’t have fancy video games or a gigantic box of awesome toys for an 11 year old to play with, so sometimes The Boy has to get creative. And that’s what happened tonight (I just want to reiterate that while Wednesdays are usually Single Parent Night for me, The General was totally home during all of this):

He was trying to make it talk, but the idea of making it into a video didn’t strike me until right this very second and he’s already too close to falling asleep to get him wound up again.

And then the next thing I know? This popped up.

His previous belly tattoo has been morphed into a character named Chef Pierre Smiles.

And, yes. He’s wearing a cape, except I can’t explain why. I just know I got home from work and he was wearing it.

wet camera dreams

Ever since The General got a new camera, I’ve had a little camera envy. I’ll probably just wind up upgrading to the next level of Canon PowerShot, like I have now, but I can also dream. Of course, I’m highly obsessed with winding up with a new SLR… it might be hard to transport it to the dog park or sneak into a concert without getting hassled, but I think I’d still manage to have an alright time with it.

Yes, yes. I’m Canon-loyal, but I could be swayed for a Nikon if the price and features were right. And I’d be all for gearing up with the pros if I fell into some Free ATB Pro Gear, just so I can be decorating my humble abode with tons of fantastic pictures of our dogs and our boy and, you know, pictures of my friends while they’re drunk at the bar.