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Whatever Papa

The boys burst out the door this morning to discover that the mantis had moved on to eating the next dragonfly.


I don't know much about mantis facial expressions, but he looked pretty pleased to us. I'm glad he's eating. 

Since it's back to Monday and the hectic routine, Eri was out at her class in the evening. She prepped some dinner and I cooked it up after wrapping up my work at six. Miso ramen and yakitori.


I wasn't really that hungry, but man miso ramen with some freshly grilled vegetables on top hits the spot anyway. Kenzo is our picky eater, though. He didn't like the red spots in the soup. He claimed it was too spicy. Osamu was making Kenzo more upset by exclaiming that he loved the soup and, "It's not spicy, papa. It's so goooood. I like papa."

So Kenzo stormed off for a few minutes. He's very good at sulking while playing with Legos.

I took his ramen and drained the soup (which I gulped down myself because I love briny ramen soup) and called him back to the table for a second chance. He liked the ramen and vegetables without the "spicy" soup. He ended up cleaning his bowl and both of them got a nice juicy sliced up kiwi for dessert.


Kenzo came up to my office while I was in a meeting in the late afternoon and grabbed my pack of old playing cards from Caesar's Tahoe that I got back in the 80's and somehow still have. He's not supposed to grab stuff from papa's office without asking and he promised to always ask from now on, but his intentions were better than good.


While I finished the last hour of my work tonight he took those cards downstairs and since I wasn't available to play he patiently and kindly taught Osamu Go Fish. Actually it's the Memory game but he calls every card game Go Fish and I like it. Osamu has played this game before with us to no avail. He's still not quite sure what the strategy is, but he loves touching the cards and from the looks of it he just loves doing things with Kenzo.

I praised them both for playing nicely, to which they responded nonchalantly with whatever papa.

Later at bath time they bickered as usual. Osamu wanted to be first to go in the bath but Kenzo was cutting in line. Last night I had them do Rock Paper Scissors and Osamu lost so tonight when I suggested the same thing Osamu refused.

That last dragonfly must be pretty nervous right about now. I have a feeling we're gonna see another feast in progress tomorrow morning.

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