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Tony came upstairs today and woke me before 8 AM with a dookie in his drawers. "Daddy, poopie, Tony take shower." (Don't make fun of him for talking like Tarzan. That's not nice.) The bottom of his diaper was hanging down below his knees. Now, if you were carrying a few pounds of poop in your trousers, would you use your crib for a jungle jim and dive into your bedding? My son would answer yes to that. Wearing a big smile.

This morning we got out of the house earlier than the time I usually wake up. We went to the 100 Yen Shop to buy a container for kitty food. It's great place to take a toddler. Even if he does break something, it won't be a huge financial loss. The only thing I don't like about him having to touch everything is that it's a humongous store. It takes a LONG time to get through all the merchandise. You know how you can go grocery shopping and end up buying five times more stuff as you planned? I did that in the 100 Yen Shop today and it put me back an entire 525 yen.

We spent the afternoon at the park with the long slide made of rollers. This kid wants to play baseball in the worst way. If only they made a left glove his size. I couldn't get him away from the father who was playing catch with his kids. Actually, I could, but it cost me an ice cream cone from the vending machine. We sat on the curb while we ate, practicing our faces (happy, scary, sad, doggie, monkey, fish).

I just about had to drag him onto the sliding board, but once he started he wanted to do it again and again and again. (Three times.) Then he found a big rock and rolled it down the hill for half an hour. A plain, ordinary, semi-round chunk of asphalt. Sheer joy. I'm never paying $30 for a piece of injection-molded plastic ever again. Next Christmas he gets rocks.

Nap time was painless. Some natto and rice and a kiwi for lunch (breakfast leftovers), then upstairs for the 543rd and 544th readings of Curious George Gets a Job. He likes to see George jump from the fire escape and break his leg.

That was over four hours ago. He's up there either awake and playing quietly with bathroom cleansers or still asleep, saving his energy for a long night of partying. I'd better go check.

Days I spend together with Tony always seem so short. Maybe it's because I wake up at 10 AM and it takes us at least two hours to leave the house.

He's a good little tyke. Wakes up two hours before I do, plays quietly until he gets bored, shits his diaper then wakes me up by threatening to head butt me in the forehead. Sorry I ever taught him that.

We went to the park where the trains go by. ("Daddy, Daddy, Tony go park train by." Close enough.) Pushed him on the baby swing till my hands ached from the cold, then we took a walk to look for little plastic BBs and threw them into the pond. I turned my back on him for a second and he was straddling the railing of the footbridge. Why must kids do stuff like that to their parents? The last thing I need is for him to drown on my watch.

Ate lunch at McDonalds. I bought three Happy Meals to get the Tarzan toys, Tony ate 1/4 of his, scolded me in Japanese for eating french fries by the handful. I can always tell what conversations he's having with his grandmother during the week by the way he chastises Ryoko and I.

Mention the word "nap" and suddenly he's hungry. Starving. Famished. Eat now or die. So he supposedly ate leftover fries while I check my mail. Five mintues later he comes in to ask if he can watch Totoro. I reminded him it's time for a nap. More wailing about being hungry, not sleepy. So I let him go back to the living room to eat. Five minutes later I realize there's no sound coming from the living room. There he is, slouched over the back of his chair, fast asleep, half a fry in his hand, the other half dangling out of his mouth.

Ryoko came home in a shitty mood, as usual. We don't talk much anymore.