Be Afraid...
So today at the park, Isaac is playing with another little kid's plastic toy dinosaur, and Isaac begins with the questions.

Now, you remember the role of the perfect answer, is to so baffle him with it, that the stops asking questions.

So the first is:
What is the dinosaur made of?
"Plastic"
What is plastic made of?
"Petroleum"
What is petroleum made of?"
"It's made of little tiny dinosaurs from millions of years ago that got squished down under millions of tons of rock and sand and mud, and they turned into oil, and someone drilled it up, and made it into plastic, and made a plastic dinosaur out of it."
"So the dinosaur is made out of dinosaurs?"

That made me really nervous.

What had made me even more nervous, was before we got to the park, I asked him if he wanted a snack? So we started down the road, and in the distance he spotted the Tim Horton's, where I had originally been headed.

"I have to go to the bathroom. We can go at the snack place!" (Keep in mind he has no idea we're going to Tim's, and....well...let's just say he claims he needs a potty break that he can't do in the shrubbery).

So we go and wrestle our way through the distincly stroller unfriendly door at tims, into the shockingly stroller unfriendly bathroom (I've got both boys at this point), and sit him on the toilet.
"False alarm." he says. I am understandable upset.
Then when we get out, he says "Now we're here, we can get a donut."

So what do I do at this point? Do I cancel the donuts cause he's tricked me into coming to Tims (even though that's where I was headed originally)? Do I punish him for what on one level appears to be asking in plenty of time to go to the bathroom?

It's quite a conundrum. But simply put, he had me stuck. He needed a toilet (rather than a shrub, which has been known to happen at the park from time to time), and the only one around was at Tim's, and you can't really get the kid in trouble for telling me he needed to go, because maybe he did.

So in the end, we got a donut, and I just asked him point blank. "Did you pretend to need to go to the bathroom so you could get a donut?"
"Yes," he answers without a hint of guile.
"Isaac, next time you want a donut, can you just ask me for a donut, instead of pretending to need a potty?"
"Ok."

We'll see if it works.

Finally, we went to Marineland yesterday, and it was nothing short of fabulous. The killer whales were cool, and the Dolphin show was amazing, but the Belugas were the hit. We loved them. In fact we were underground at the part where you could see the whales from underwater, and right to the left of us was 4 or 5 whales being fed at the side, all at once. It was in fact kind of like a large writhing blob of white whale.

So I hear a voice behind me say "What a huge mass of flesh!"
It struck me as an odd thing to say, but when I turn around, I'm staring directly at this guy's chest. He must have been 6'6", and about 300lb's of solid muscle.

It was all I could do to not say "You're one to talk."

By the way, Uncle Jonathan will be glad to know that Isaac is crazy about amusement park rides. The scarier the better. I don't know where he got it from, but when we got to the "family ride" section, he went up in the little ferris wheel, and was clearly bored. We then lined up for nearly 20 minutes for the ladybug rollercoaster, which I thought would terrify him (it sure as hell would have terrified me at that age - stop laughing Jonathan). He squeeled with glee the whole way around, and laughed his head off.

Then he wanted to go in the twirly around lift up and down rocket ship ride, and that barely phased him.

It was quite amuzing.
More later.