Obeying Speed Limits

Have you ever found yourself telling your children something like:

Hey, Tim, stop running with knives in the kitchen after your sister!

or

Our bedroom is not a racetrack, stop running around the house and go [insert one here] outside/to the playroom/to bed.

Well, Maggie took the message to heart and created speed limit signs for the different rooms and areas of the house.

Tim and Susanna's room had six different signs. 10 by the door (there is a blind curve where multiple crashes have occurred).





By Susanna's bed the speed limit was 16 to prevent backup and congestion, her diapers violate that "regular"ly



By his desk, the speed limit was 21... and 9... no idea...





Near the laundry basket the speed limit was 23, the highest in the house. Perhaps to indicate the speed at which they pretend to do their chores.

Finally, by the ladder up to his bed and the window the speed limit was 22. The speed at which he jumps down and defies ankle breaking on a daily basis.



After posting the signs. Maggie demonstrated to Tim and Ami what the different speeds were through various speed-walking demonstrations. Since Ami never moves past 9, the established law will not be difficult for her to obey

Tim on the other hand...

hey, put those knives back in the kitchen now buster!

Becoming a man.

Tim saw a spider, of which he is still paranoid, despite having Spider-man as his favorite superhero.

(Which is lame, batman is totally the best - see www.howitshouldhaveended.com for evidence or compare Spider-man 3 to The Dark Knight. No contest. No whining).

Anyway, I digress.

I figured it was time to teach him how to kill spiders, since he has been so exited to watch me shoot the invading mice with our new .177. Why yes, we bought another gun... and yes, I am at two shots, two kills with these nice little hollow-point...

Alas, I digress again.

So the spider in question had a body about the size of a pin-top, and legs that might have measured about 2 millimeters long each. Dinky. Tiny. Infintesimal. I had him grab a napkin.

I demonstrated on a piece of lint how to grab and squeeze the spider to death.

Tim's turn.

At 3 feet away from the windowsill, he positioned the napkin in his hand properly, and then promptly threw it (shotput style) at the spider. No, he had not moved closer, thanks for asking.

I was about to comment on his ineffectiveness when the wind from the wake of his travel out of the room hit me. Yep, you read that right. He was out of the room in the 1/240000th of a second it took me to process what had happened.

Oh well. Man lessons will need to be continued another day. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures of fireworks from the Thanksgiving Point celebration we took last night.