Pinball Tournaments, Poetry Workshops, Derby Races, Oh My!

We all did different things over the weekend. I spent most of Friday and Saturday at the 3rd annual Fairfax Pinball Open, and did about as well as I did last year, which is to say, not all that very. Rebekah had a poetry workshop to go to on Saturday afternoon, so that left us with the need for babysitting. Fortunately Mary & Mom-Mom stepped up to the plate, with an offer of a scout derby race to go to with Carson and Stewart. This derby involved little (not soap box) cars rolled down a plastic ramp. From the sounds of it, Max & Emmett had a great time, and they came away with some spoils, sporting fresh temporary tatoos, jumping fish toys and some other stuff. There were matchbox cars and a ramp for visitor kids to play with and I hear that our boys jumped right into it with the others. I'm also told there was some time with leaf piles. This was a pretty long event but the boys did well. Near the end, Mom-Mom tells me that Max said, "Mom-Mom, somebody needs to take me to a home". Or something pretty like that.

Mom-Mom also told me that Max, on the way to or from (which?), explained to her that the car they were driving (our Toyota Matrix - I drove Mom-Mom's car to avoid having to move car seats) use to be my car, but now that I take the train it has become Mommy's car, with me taking the Escort. Switching cars like this does create conversational problems for us. Saying, the prefered, "Mommy's car" or "Daddy's car" leaves the situation unclear, or at least a bit akward. Eventually we'll be able to return to those phrasings without further explanation, but in the mean time we have to go with the model name or the color, but saying "the beige/black car" or "the escort/matrix" is a bit unsatisfying.