Under extreme duress, I will now put something up on the blog. I have decided to document one of Solomon's many rituals. One of his newest is his Roadkill Memorial Service. He conducts the service according to a strict script with a little help from Matt. Throughout it all, everyone must remain completely silent unless they have a line in the script, in which case they must say their line, word for word, as it appears in the script. God help anyone who deviates from the script. The script runs like this:
Solomon: Daddy, was that animal hit by a car?
Matt: Yes.
Solomon: That's sad.
(11 seconds of silence)
Matt's been getting tired of it, especially where dead toads littered the ground like wrapping paper after Christmas (or so I've been told), so at one point, instead of keeping to the script, he said "Yes, and I've made pancakes thicker than that." Well, that threw Solomon into a Category 3 tantrum and got the word pancake, along with all other breakfast-related items banned from my vocabulary for the remainder of the day.
There, I have now fulfilled my blogging obligation for the second half of the trip.
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