Three kids

I have noticed that in this city, my friends fall into two categories: those with no kids, and those with three kids. Both are good, although three-kids units are faster at responding to "shall we catch up" requests.

As part of said Three-Kids Regime, I just had dinner with three kids (well, their parents were there too). One of the kids is very new. Like, three weeks old, maybe four. I held her and while she did cry, it wasn't constant, and seemed to be more the baffled "you're not mum or dad" rather than "get me away from this creature" - and she didn't throw up on me, not even once. Yeah, I'm good with kids.

Actually, the four year old kicks arse, and you can tell his Dad is an engineer. Out of all the random toys he could have showed me he was most excited to show me the "power cell". The power cell is a collection of toilet rolls, stickytaped together in threes then stuck end to end with other sets-of-three toilet rolls. That's a power cell, my friend. He also has a remarkable affinity with Annakin Skywalker: not kid Annakin, but not-yet-Darth Annakin. That's pretty cool.

His little sister who is two is a very good and loud singer. She was most pumped to show me the frog in a box they had made with Grandma that day, and it was very impressive. Green popsticks for legs, big drawn on goggly eyes, boxes covered in green paper - the frog was even sitting on drawn lily pads, and his box had flies drawn on the walls so he wouldn't get hungry.

Four year old explained that frogs are mostly nocturnal, so we had to close the box for frog to do stuff. Cool.

These are the cutest kids I have seen in a very long while - and it was a completely lovely evening to catch up with longstanding buddies. Rock on.

I got to drive home up the coast as well, with the windows down. It felt like it was still about 20 degrees.

Thursday is no kids day, Friday is three kids day. Saturday breaks the mould, and shall be discussed closer to the time.