Enrichment

Kendra's pal Jessica is an exotic animal trainer. She owns all kinds of rad things like a kinkajou. By law she has to add new things to their environment periodically. Like a pine cone or a ball. It's called enrichment. I think of that log she had to keep sometimes. Today we added enrichment for Finn. Kendra got a tall file cabinet from work. We played with the drawers, we chased each other around it.
We did go play at High Point community center. A mother said she named her son after a movie character. She said she just liked the name though because the character himself was nerdy and week. I once told a mother "oh, my son's name is Finn too." She informed that they spell his with a ph.

Kendra is 16 times 2.

Kendra doesn't work on her birthday. Instead of working Kendra breakfasts on chocolate croissant and cappuccino. Then she has a massage. This is followed by lunch where she read something or other book. Then we dropped Finn off at his buddy Blix's and K and I got takeout and watched a movie. I think before when we watched Blix for Meisha and Stewert they said they frosted cupcakes. I am now reusing the codes I used in high school for the naughty lil' bits.

The taste of blood

Finn woke up today at 10. We went to Lincoln Park. There were two kids in matching sweat suits similar to what their mother had on. I thought it unfortunate for the kids that their parents dress them like they do themselves. Then I noticed Finn was wearing a pair of cords and a sweater not dissimilar to myself. Poor kid. He ran into a pole and cut his lip. That, my son, what you are tasting, is blood. It's slightly metallic and makes me think of plowed fields. I told him this but he just cried. He doesn't even know what a plowed field is but he knows what blood tastes like now.

Finn is allergic to strawberries. It gives him a rash.

Easter Sunday

We celebrated the resurrection of God's own son with ribs, home spun mac n cheese, coleslaw, and corn bread. Mark, San San, Ben, Sarah, and lil' Chile came over. It rained and the wind was fierce. It didn't matter though because we had soul food and enough boiled eggs to stage the Passion Play. It turned out really well this year. I think next year might be a themed passion play like "Tropical Island" or "Killer Bees". This is the fourth year I think. It started on an Easter back in North Dakota or Nodiggity Dakota as everyone calls it. No one calls it that. Got to bag it up.

Happy Easter.