Crash

Went to the bank at lunch today and saw the Genesis space probe thing crash into the Utah desert like a thousand sacks of crap.

"What if it brought back...I don't know..." Sonya mused.

"Don't worry," I said, "the chances of us all being turned into zombies are pretty small."

"No," she continued, "I'm not worried about zombies. It's more like..."

"Space rabies?" I guessed.

"Yeah. Space rabies."

Speaking of zombies - I was in the kitchen Monday night, doing whatever. The gate was up. John was at the gate, babbling away.

"It's like he's a zombie," I told Sonya, "and he knows the brains are over here, but he can't quite figure out how to get at them."

I squatted in front of John and looked at him through the gate.

"Braaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnns," I said in my best zombie voice, "give me your delicious braaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiins."

He thought that was pretty funny.

We went to Memphis for the holiday weekend. Very little to tell. We ate and saw lots of family and friends. On the trip to Memphis Friday night John and I were in the back seat.

"Ay bee," John said, "ay bee ay bee ay bee."

He then said it all weekend. Everyone tried to translate it. Baby? Happy? My personal guess is "A, B," like he's learned the first two letters of the alphabet song. Try any of those guesses with him, though, and what does he say?

"Ay bee."