We’re having some family time. Okay, my idea of family time. Yes, we’re trying to watch “I Robot” on a sunday afternoon. For rationale’s sake, my middle child is sick but getting better, my oldest is getting sick (fever is up but not pooping/barfing yet) and we just put away 76.4% of Christmas, or actually my wife did and I helped some. So as activities go this was about as active as we wanted to get.

So, we’re watching “I Robot” and I keep turning it up cuz the kids are doing everything but scream and we’re trying to follow the movie and my son keeps asking things like “is that a robot?” and “why is he doing that?” and I found myself screaming at him (to be heard over the movie, yeah, that’s the ticket) that we’d know if we could just hear the fucking movie and then the baby literally starts screaming (about nothing, just standing in the middle of the room and belting out a good one) and finally my wife has had it and just says “that’s it. We’re done. We’ll watch this later.”

The voice of reason.

Nobody tell me how it ends, cuz I’m watching it tonite after the kids go to bed. And I don’t have a fever. Really, no I don’t. Don’t come near me with that thermometer, it’s got sick on it…