WE's been talking about building a time machine again. He's got some interesting theories about time travel, but this blog doesn't have enough room to go into it in detail. Besides, it sounds much better listening to him explain it. He decided that before he builds the time machine, he's going to need some help. Now, a normal person would put an ad on Craig's List or hire some illegal aliens, not WE. He's going to build a duplicator and make ten more of himself, so he's sure he's going to get some intelligent help. But, as he was telling us this, he paused and thought a moment. Then he says: "Can you imagine the world with 11 of me? All of me together would be a BRAIN STORM! I don't know if the world could handle it." I told him I know I wouldn't be able to handle it. I think one of him is plenty.
Today, the kids have spent most of their time in the pool. We call it a pool, but that's glamourizing it quite a bit. It's more of a great big cement holding tank. The water is green and murky, there's leaves and stuff floating in it and it's about 12 feet deep. We can't see the bottom, but we've heard there's some interesting stuff down there. The boys are now in search of a cell phone that fell out of some unknown persons pocket at some unknown time. Our landlord told them about it, so they're determined to find it. They were also doing Navy Seal training in there today. One person was in charge of handing out weapons (actually, they were crutches), the soldier would grab a crutch and jump off the porch about 8 feet down into the pool and swim for the side. I think they lost the crutches during the jump a time or two, since they were searching for them on the bottom of the pool. Yes, that's what my kids do in the pool. What did you expect, a game of Marco Polo?