Happy Cinco de Mayo
Spent all day yesterday getting punched in the solar plexus by Simon. His tolerance for sarcastic banter is minimal. He’s a quick kid. Smart as hell and although he doesn’t actually understand sarcasm, he knows enough to know he’s being fucked with. I guess it’s pretty natural to expect to get punched when you take advantage of a kid’s mental maturity. But Simon rocks. We watched the Mayday Peace Parade (snaps 1 and 2) together. Then we ate huge plates of mexican food and drank Sopa Azteca out of lime green Fiesta Ware bowls. Walking around after lunch, we got caught in the rain and were forced to duck into the Chatterbox Pub. Now, I can’t really advocate children hanging out at pubs all day long but The Chatterbox Pub, with it’s Atari 2600’s, board games, Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots and lots of television sets featuring cartoons, is a hang out for 20 something’s pretending to be kids anyway, so it was a natural playground for Simon.