I went skating with my nephew last night. Great kid, great time. He's still learning to skate backwards and to stop without making a wide circle, so we worked on those a little bit. But mostly it was just round and round the ice, with him smashing himself into the boards and executing a dramatic sound-effects laden dive whenever the opportunity presented itself. The opportunities were plentiful.
On the way to the rink, we were driving behind a bus with a little LCD display on the back.
aside:
I say "we were driving," but let's face it: he really doesn't hold up his end of the vehicular operation at all. And frankly, the whole “I'm only seven years old and my feet don't reach the pedals” excuse is starting to wear a little thin.
end of aside
The display alternated between the number 20 and a symbol. I took a small movie of the bus as we (we? ha!) drove along, but it doesn't seem worth it to post a 400K movie so here are two frames:
I suppose it was supposed to be a symbol of a bus, but I would have thought a clear enough symbol of the bus at hand would be, you know, the actual bus. The symbol did sort of look like a Space Invader character, so maybe the driver's high score was 20. Which is pretty dismal, even for playing while operating a bus.
Jack's hair was dyed green and red (temporarily—or at least that's what he told his mom). He said it was for Christmas, but I suspect substance abuse or worse the influence of that crazy Rock and Roll music the cool kids are listening to.
I always hate it when other people post supposedly cute images of kids on their blogs. Boring with a capital BOR, and a slightly smaller but still capitalized ING. But this is different because … because … oh, shut up.
