Your Katamari Lacks ROMANCE

While waiting to be sat for breakfast:

"That church over there would look a lot better if painted any color other than brown."
"Oooom?"
"Or maybe a huge mural."
"Of what, little baby jebus?"
"Oh, you're right...um, maybe if it was condos?"

And I was just starting to get in to the concept of some horrific Old Testament style mural. We have enough condos. Yet, waiting for breakfast amongst a lot of yuppie rich types, I guess this is the best conversation The Boy and I could have.

Then there was that moment when The Boy overlooked his little cute cream pitcher, and took my syrup pitcher and poured it in to his coffee. He insisted it still tasted good.

Now the cats are cruelly being driven out of their little walnut-sized brains because we have opened the doors and windows by about 2", just enough for them to get their noses outside. The grackles are totally mocking them. The cats don't appreciate it and want to kill them by pawing at them lazily until the grackles give up and die. That ain't gonna happen. Only your nose is getting out there today kiddos.

The Boy is rolling up his ball (not THAT kind of ball), and Roboking thinks his katamari ball lacks romance. Roboking just doesn't know my boy that well. He is pretty good in the romance department, EXCEPT when it comes to his balls. He plays with them too much to be considered romantic. He won't admit it, but he knows it's true.