Storytime

"Butt-Cheeks"

Several days ago, the kids were getting ready for their communal bath when Flynn decided to take a poop.  Anytime he gets ready for something - whether it's a bath, dinner or event - a BM is on its way.  Understandably Hanna and Sam were disgusted with the thought of having to deal with possible bath water contamination..  Flynn did his thing, and manages a rare toilet flush.  As Flynn was stepping into the tub, Sam pulled open his butt cheeks, looks inside, and exclaims, "Oh, looks OK!".

"I'm Not Hanna"

So I'm sitting around reading a story with the kids the other night, with Sam to my left, Flynn to my right and Hanna on the couch above me.  The boys as usual are barely paying attention and are getting irritating.  Next thing I know Flynn is  jostling me, interrupting the narrative.  I shout, "Hanna, stop bumping me!"  Hanna, incredulous, exclaims, "I'm not Hanna!"

What Am I Doing Here?

Here's a funny dream I would like to remember from last night:

The details are of course sketchy but I'm sitting at a restaurant in Mexico ordering food with friends. I don't remember the food particularly but there are desserts, one of which I notice on my way out of the restaurant. I can recall thinking I would like to take a piece - it's like chocolate cake or something - but I remind myself that I don't really need to eat it and I would be stealing to take it.

Prior to my leaving, my friends (who I don't recognize) and I pay our share, which is $17 except that I only have a $20 bill. I give my money and the waitress - she has strong native features with dark skin and may be wearing a hat like you see in Peru - and she comes back with a basket of various coins. 

The coins are many sizes and colors. I glimpse a large one which I figured must be worth a dollar, but it dissapears in the pile and I can't find it again. After a few frustrating moments in which the waitress is trying to get away and I'm digging into the pile, I give up and decide to forgo the $3 owed to me.

Next, I arrive at some kind of shop with a bag of rice cakes in my hand. They're chocolate colored and appear to be unopened. I approach a counter where some Mexican women are working as well as a woman more western in appearance with black hair, so I figure I should approach her because she would speak english. I ask her if she could convert my rice cakes into a video. I had thought that Lin had taken video on the rice cakes, and they were ready to be processed. In an English accent, the woman replies certainly and it will cost $22. I realize that because the rice cakes had not been opened that Lin probably didn't use them for video yet and also I didn't want to pay $22 and have nothing on the video. So I leave the store.

Next I end up looking at this "hotel" in the Mexican town. It's the tallest building with a lot of articulation - floors projecting out - and white coloring. I figure it's probably about 6 - 7 stories tall. I meet Lin at the base of the hotel - I know she's booked a room. We get on this elevator "contraption" - it is a small open, metal platform that rises on a cylinder. The closest analogy may be a car lift you see at a repair station, but smaller. We climb on but there's not enough room for both of us, so I end up clinging on with my hands clasped over the top and hanging down while the lift ascends. Lin is also barely hanging on but is more on top of the elevator. I remember shouting, "Hang on, you can do it!". As we rise, I notice the sky is blue and there are clouds - it looks like a painting. After a few moments the lift arrives up at our room. I climb up and look around. It looks pretty normal except for the lift and there appears to be a large chain - the kind used on bicycles but bigger - that stretches from the floor into the middle of the bed and attaches near the bedpost. I can remember thinking that it was an odd place for a chain, and that it would force us to sleep on either side of the bed rather than cuddled up in the middle.

That's all I remember.