Please call CRIMESTOPPERS if you've seen him[/caption]I've been there 110% since my daughter was born. Vaccinations, ear piercing, picking out clothes, touring schools...none of it means jack if I can't replace this toy. If you've seen it, call me. If you know someone who has one, steal it and give to me. There is no time to waste. We lost this thing down on The Mall yesterday, and, after retracing my steps to no avail, I spent about 30 minutes walking up on people like a bomb-sniffing dog trying to figure out if they had it in their possession.
Where are my manners? Happy Belated Independence Day! Do you know the reason for the season? That's right, my birthday is tomorrow (oh, and so is my daughter's). I like to tell myself that all of these fireworks and cookouts for me. I know they're not, but considering I had to pick between fireworks and a birthday present plenty of times as a kid...I feel a certain connection with the holiday.
So anyway...I decided to make yesterday special for my daughter. We began our afternoon with me picking her up from her mom's and going to Horace and Dickie's. For those not in the know...it's my favorite fish spot. It's about the size of a thought, and service doesn't always come with a smile, but if they know you (and they know me well) they hook you up with some good fish. The two of us split a plate of fish in the car while jamming to Michael Jackson. Then we went to visit some relatives before going to Forestville Mall for some Snickerdoodles.
Once again, for those not in the know, Forestville Mall... In most sci-fi movies there is always this plan where the good guys want to blow up a base that powers the opposition/robots/evil. Forestville Mall is that for the ghetto coalition. It's actually one of three: Forestville, Iverson Mall and PG Plaza. If someone could somehow destroy all three of those at one time, ghetto people in DC would cease to exist immediately. It would be like iRobot or Attack of the Clones where they'd all just shut down and go to sleep. Anyway, now you know what Forestville Mall is. Snickerdoodles is the power pellet that keeps them all going.
I'm not only a critic, I'm a client. I make the trip out to ghetto Mecca every few weeks to get my fix. It's a cookie made out of lard, sugar and diabetes. It comes in a paper bag that you can eventually see through by the time you get back to your car. We went to get those and then headed down to the mall. We took pictures, ran around, and just had a ball...
It was all good just a week ago
Then we realized we'd lost a man. When that alien went missing, something changed in my daughter. All I can say is that I have until she gets out of school tomorrow evening to get another one. After she turned back into Bruce Banner we watched the fireworks from the steps of the Capitol. My daughter, being the unique creature that she is, sang Thriller the ENTIRE time (all 15 minutes of the show) while sitting on my shoulders.
We then did what any logical person does on the 4th. After having an amazing view of a multimillion dollar fireworks display in the nation's capital...we went to my mother's house and lit our pathetic $20 box of fireworks. My daughter proved that she's got the juice now by walking towards the fountains when the average child would run away. To justify her thug, she tried to put a sparkler out with her hand (I stopped her).
It was a great day, minus the man down.
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