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Spin Doctors


An epic battle between Leone and Earth Virgo!

It’s Beyblade mania at the Munson household. The theme song is the only music I have heard the past 2 days. I’ve sat with Zach and watched a half hour Beyblade cartoon. I have shopped for and purchased two more Beyblades, and battled last night in the Beyblade stadium, after bedtime, against a shouting (rock gasher! rock SMAAASH!), taunting (“oh yeah! oh yeah! i’m the best blader in the house!”) ruthless opponent. I had never even heard about these things until last month. Now it’s the only thing I hear about. Ahh the sacrifices we make as parents.

Beyblades are tops that you spin with a launcher and a rip cord. They battle each other and the last one spinning wins. Some are light, some have low centers of gravity, there’s even one that spins in the opposite direction of all the others… fascinating battles ensue. There are about 2 billion different Beyblades to choose from, and Zach has decided to collect them all. I give in every once in awhile to his sheer passion for the things. My humble stash of fun money is taking a direct hit.

But I love the bonding time I get with my boy. When he wins he gets a boost of self-confidence. And when I beat him I get to console him when he bursts into tears. When Suzanne comes back from vacation tonight, I’d like to have a good way to justify the indulgence. I am convincing myself that this is a great investment in science education. It’s applied physics, baby. The bigger rings spin longer,  the smaller ones are the best attackers and the heavier ones are more resilient to attacks.  Pure science! And don’t even get me started on the different tips, or that all the parts are interchangeable for almost infinite experimentation.

It’s so awesome! I love it. I mean it’s awesome and Zach loves it. I’m hoping he spends his next allowance on Dark Bull. That’ll be a tough one to beat.

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smuggling in canada


Zach and I changed our minds. We didn’t go to Seattle. We’re in Vancouver, BC instead.  So on the drive up I taught him the basics about speaking Canadian, like saying “aboat” and “soory,” and how you can end questions with the word “eh.” “Do we have to talk like that when we are up there?” I should have said yes.

We’ve had a blast. We went to Science World. We went to see Hubble, an Omnimax movie on a dome shaped screen inside a giant sphere. We even did a bit of smuggling. Not across the border or anything. Just into our hotel room, which had a humans only policy. Our contraband was one sweet harmless fluffy puppy. One non-barking, non-shedding, non-chewing, empty-bladdered, ready-to-sleep-for-9-hours puppy.

I know,  know. I’m teaching my boy a bad lesson. Unable to find last minute doggy care, my spontaneity had created an ethical dilemma. But now that we were here, there was nothing we could do. And kindness and compassion are more important than minor hotel rules violations, aren’t they? If we played by the rules, Little Roger would have to stay in the car all night, shivering cold, scared and all alone.

It would have been a snap if we hadn’t stayed in the only hotel in the western hemisphere with only one entrance/exit. Any other door would have triggered an alarm. We thought long and hard. I honestly considered hoisting him up with bed sheets from our 3rd floor window. But that might draw too much attention. Ultimately we decided to wrap him up in a blanket and carry the bundle like a pile of laundry. I piled it high on the left side to keep him out of sight on the passing side. Then I took a deep breath and we stepped inside. The front desk guy wasn’t even there! All 3 of us were so excited when we finally made it to the room. Then we got to do the whole thing again when we realized we had left the grape soda and the Beyblades video in the car.  This time we had a decent scare when unexpected passengers joined us on the elevator. But we kept our cool and didn’t freak out and made it up again.  We watched movies until we fell asleep. So now it’s just one more challenge- morning checkout. I’m thinking bed sheet parachutes.

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