NSJ

Sunday afternoons are for sitting in the backyard on a blanket.

Roan, Chris, and Sai came by for some evening snacks last weekend. Roan seemed to understand whatever language Niko is speaking. I’m extremely disappointed we haven’t cracked that code yet. It would be very helpful to know what the heck the kid is saying. Especially when he is upset about something. Knowing if he is saying, “I AM SO HUNGRY I MIGHT PASS OUT,” or “MY POOPY DIAPER IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE,” or, “WOW, THESE LUNGS REALLY WORK WELL,” could make a huge difference. Don’t give me that “teach the kid sign language” nauseating parental over-achievement bit. I spent four years in French class and have trouble reading the menu at Au Bon Pain, so I have no hope of learning sign language.

I was happy to see I wasn’t alone in my fear of Barney. Both Niko and Roan seemed unnerved by the crazy singing dinosaur. That guy freaks me out. Nobody can be that happy. Something just ain’t right with him.