Poppa

the fam-a-lam dining after the Summer Brave matinee
Enjoyable moments with my father in the few days I have been staying with him in Chicago:

Me: I'm glad the LZ boys were so entranced by your Pizazz Pizza-Cooker since Pookie and I could care less.
Char: Chicks just don't get it.

(While in the car waiting for my sister)
Char: Okay. I have to call her.
Me: No, don't. That will just make her angry. Just wait.
Char: Fine. At least I'll check this voice mail from the robot.
(He was referring to a machine that calls about flight updates.)

(Once Pookie did get back in the car)
Pookie: Are we ready to go?
Char: Now I'm busy deleting my pocket photos.
Pookie: What?
Char: The photos from inside my pants.
(Meaning the photos his camera takes of the inside of his pockets when the buttons get pushed on accident.)


Le Sigh. Back to the STL tomorrow.
maybe I'm crazy but lightening might strike me tonight