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Buh-Bye, BART Cars

One of the twins’ camp themes is “San Francisco.”

On Friday, they bring home the BART cars and cable cars that they each built and have been describing all week. A bit surprised with her technical merit and his artistic impression, Daddy offers mild praise for each in both categories. The cars come with two two-and-a-half foot ramps made out of cardboard with twine and pulleys and popsicle sticks and table and other stuff. Together with the cars, it all amounts to a rickety mess. 

The cars begin the final stages of their journey: a week on the table in the house (available for tinkering, coming and going), a week in the garage out of sight (recoverable if it dawns on them that they’ve gone missing), and then into the recycle bin (buh-bye).

The Week Two theme is music. A handmade harmonica, a stick-and-string contraption worn on the body that beats a drum as they walk (a la Bert from Mary Poppins), and various other makeshift instruments soften any anxiety caused by separation from the San Francisco cars…before they too start the final stages of the journey to…

…buh-bye.

Shoulders Rested, Swag Collected, “Swimwear” Displayed

Thankfully for the shoulders, parade viewing options improve after lunch.

C (first thing out of her mouth later that night, to her visiting cousin): We got to go to a parade today! There were girls dancing, and boys running around in their underwear.
F: Not their underwear. Just their swimming suits.

Cory probably has the better of that argument, but…underwear, swimwear, to-MAY-to, to-MAH-to. Their proximity also won them plenty of high fives and swag from various marchers: beaded necklaces, stickers, a Whole Foods sippy cup-tube-thing, fortune cookies, etc.

D (behind them, yelling, as they turn around excited after their first high five): Wooo! Way to go, guys! Hey, anyone have a wet wipe?
D (behind them, yelling, as they turn around excited from their next high five): Wooo hooo! Think ahead! Pack Purel!

Etc. Unfortunately, the thousands of morning marchers from Apple felt content just to give out Pride salutations. That didn’t stop Daddy from trying…

D (yelling): Wooo! Hey, can you fix my phone? Yaaaaay! How do you backup Photos? Can you tell me how to…

Nary an iPad or Watch handed out either. Corporate sponsorship of Pride is great, as far as it goes…

First Two Maters

It all begins innocently enough: a couple, three cherry-sized ones, ripening on the sidemost plant.

F: Daddy, look!

He picks them. She wears them. Good fun…but, pretty soon, the 500 other green tomatoes, from cherry tomatoes to heirlooms, will show shades of orange…and then…before long…buckets full.