Monday, March 7, 2011

Looks like somebody has a case of the Mondays.

I just really wanted to use an "Office Space" quote at some point for one of my posts. So, done and done. This Monday morning after a sleepless night due to howling winds making strange sounds throughout our very old home I was awakened by a tap on my shoulder. As my eyes slowly crack open I see Elle a good four inches away from my face beaming with a smile.
"Hey, dad it's Monday and you know what that means? It's time for you to make some pancakes for me. Because it's Pancake Monday! I'll even share them with you. It's going to be fantastic!"
As she stated, it is the Monday where pancakes will get made. After breakfast is done it's all hands on deck for an array of creations to be made from different mediums. We dabbled with Playfoam. May I present the final result from our time with Playfoam, Mr. Blob-O. A healthy mixing of all the colors available. Once he was put away back in the container he became Mr. Box-O.
Then it was on to Play-Doh making an assortment of "Top Chef" dishes. After our culinary show was over we realized it had inspired hunger. So, a break for lunch was in order. Soon it was on to patching up superhero figures who had a range of ailments. From broken bones, head contusions and impacted molars. I of course assisted the good Doctor Elle as a male nurse. Somebody has to operate the X-ray machine and provide bandages. So that's part of our Monday, red stapler excluded.