Quick story: On Thursday, I put the kids to bed, and started to clean the kitchen. When I was almost done, I had a monster sneeze. Out of BigBrother's monitor I hear "Bless you daddy." That's pretty goddamn cute if you ask me.
BigBrother's fascination with Titanic is reaching....let's say epic proportions. He's now asking about Carpathia (which rescued the Titanic survivors). We play Titanic and Carpathia (I'm both, he's a passenger). He asks what happened to Carpathia. DearWife had little success with Google, but with my handy Wikipedia search bar in Firefox, I found out in about 30 seconds.
As it turned out, it was torpedoed and lost until Clive Cussler found it in the late 90's.
Anyway, I'm planning on taking BigBrother to a White Sox game this year, but he's not quite understanding what that means. "Do you want to go see the White Sox?" "YEAH." Who plays baseball in Chicago?" "THE BEARS!!!"
Oh well, there's time yet.