Antique iPods

This week my dad gave me a bag of miscellaneous items he was getting rid of and thought the kids might enjoy playing with or breaking. (Those two things often go hand in hand in our house.) Well, the kids were absolutely delighted with the goodies including the "antique iPods." A couple batteries later, and the kids were rocking out to Rich Mullins and Steve Taylor. Not having listened to a cassette for a while, I couldn't believe how awful they sounded. I also forgot about listening to six songs and then flipping the tape over, and the ever annoying "Walkman eating the cassette" experience. What a trip down memory lane.
When Dad bought these glasses, Tom Cruise was cool and went by the name "Maverick." That tells you how old they are.

Riley found a talking personal organizer in the bag. She declared this to be her computer or "pooter" as she is fond of saying. Paired with some 3-D glasses with the lenses punched out, I'd say she looks rather scholarly.

Riley and I figured out how to make the talking organizer say, "fart." Hehehe
Colin decided to get his nerd on with a Jerry Lewis impersonation. I find it very amusing that my kids have more fun with grown-up junk than they do with new toys. I see no reason to buy them anything new ever again. (That resolve will only last until my next trip to Toyrifics.)
In other news, Colin is exploring new avenues of independence. Lately he has been taking on more morning tasks like getting himself dressed, which is really nice when I'm trying to get two kids out the door to two different schools in two different towns. As you can see by the photo, he is not always successful in his endeavors. The funny thing is, he had no idea his shirt was on upside down until I said something. This is not the first time this has happened either. If you see us out and about, and the neck of my son's shirt is all misshapen and stretched out, this is why.

I haven't posted any quotes in a while, so here are a few.

Riley: I think I want to marry David, I'll ask him on Monday. If he says, "no," then I'll try Ethan.

Riley: I want a sword for my next birthday, but I want a girl sword.

Me: How is a girl sword different from a boy sword?

Riley: It's pink and it sparkles when you stab things.

Riley: (pretending that a Happy Meal toy is a gun) Colin, let's shoot people with our shooters.

Me: First of all, it's called a gun, not a shooter, and second, I don't want to hear you talking about shooting anything you don't intend to eat.

(five minutes later)

Riley: I'm going to shoot that guy with my shooter.

Me: What did I just say?

Riley: Oh, sorry . . . I'm going to shoot that guy with my GUN.

Me: That's not what I meant.