“Well, I did call the president, and he said that superheroes can have the privilege of killing evildoers. But only on holidays…Superheroes get bored without, like, violence.”

Here’s Andy when we got home from his last day of kindergarten. I tried to re-enact the picture I took of him standing by the car on the first day of kindergarten. I haven’t actually compared the two pictures yet.

Andy at the Roseville dog park, June 27. (Super-Dog was off running around somewhere.) Note the two missing teeth now.

We took Andy to the fireworks for the first time this year. We went to the Powderhorn Park ones, where there was a playground (and, we discovered, cotton candy) to keep Andy entertained until show time. (U.S.A.! U.S.A.!) (I did not buy this shirt.)

Andy (as Kowalski?): Sometimes when I get a headache my brain has a fever. And then it has to stay in bed. That’s the only time it doesn’t talk to me.

Me: Time to brush your teeth.

Andy: I’m a penguin. Penguins don’t have teeth.

Me: Brush your beak then.

Andy: Toothpaste is poisonous to penguins.

Me: Who said anything about toothpaste? This is beak paste.

Andy: Beak paste is poisonous!

Me: No, it makes your beak healthy and strong.

Andy: Look. Kowalski has an invention to discover the ingredients. First ingredient: monster blood. Second ingredient: toothpaste. Main ingredient: poison.

Me: [Laughter.]

Andy: Don’t laugh at Kowalski’s invention.

Me: [Continued laughter.]

Andy: You’re right. It is funny. Well, that was a prank.

Okay, not old old–just ones I’ve been meaning to get around to posting for a while.

From early June or late May. Self-explanatory.

Andy and one of his best friends at LNFI’s end-of-year picnic.

More to come…

Andy had a mishap at S’More Fun today.

Andy, while getting stitches: “It feels like a tiger is ripping out my brain.”

“My nightmares always have happy endings. They always end where there’s a freak volcano accident that gives me super powers so I can defeat any monster, villain, or evildoer.”

Andy: Sarah, my dare to you is to let me drink pop for one hour.

Me: I do not accept that dare.

Andy: Then you have to go on the boat of losers.