Conversations with my sons Vol. 7: Sport (and fil aesthetics)

The day before we left for Hungary the boys and I spent the day on the beach, where we met with some of Craig's friends from school. The little group of kids were playing together, when I noticed that Craig didn't join the volleyball game. I asked him why and he looked at me as if I had two heads:

"I'm not gonna beat Wilson up!"

Conversations with my sons Vol n+1: Geography (or is it Music history?)

P: How can the Danube be blue if it starts in the Black Forest and ends in the Black Sea?

Convesations with my sons Vol. 6: History

I'm a real Irishman, at least when it comes to eating potatoes. Potatoes are incorporated into most every meal. Seriously. I put potatoes in my scrambled eggs. Seriously.

The other week we ran out of potatoes on Friday, so Friday dinner, all of Shabbat and part of Sunday we had no potatoes. Rice, pasta, vegetables, salads yes; potatoes no.

Sunday when dinner still didn't include potatoes Craig remarked with a sour face: "I now know what the Great Potato Famine means."

Conversations with my Sons Vol. 4: Futurology

Kevin: Justin, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Justin: Archeologist!
Kevin: And you, Craig?
Craig: A diplomat or career military.
Kevin: And you, Matthew?
Matthew: A husband and dad.

Conversations with my Sons Vol. 3: Zoology/Evolution/etc.

Matthew: Dad, what happened to dinasours?
Me: No one is really sure how, but they went extinct. Scientists think it was a meteorite.
Matthew: But I heard it on TV that chickens are descended from dinosaurs.
Me: Well, yeah, but chickens aren't exactly dinosaurs.
Matthew: No, I guess not. Jurassic Park wouldn't be the same with chickens.
Me: No, that wouldn't be scary at all.
Matthew: Yeah, birds are not really scary. (He goes to play with Colbert and Mei.)
Kevin: He only says that because he hasn't seen Alfred Hitchcock's Birds.