DB and I spent the entire day making a site for Misha and helping him learn some of these sitebuilding things. We're trying to give an outlook for his expression. He is at the age (9) where stories about naked bunnies (don't bunnies come naked as a matter of course?!) who live under "somebody's underwear" are just so rollickingly hilarious that he and his best friend, Josh, upstairs, collapse in gales of laugher as they write this book. Geez, it's 30 pages of this stuff, and what, we're going to inflict it on the Internet? But there's the alternative, creets (I learned from a KN novel today, an old lady called her family members "creatures" and it was "creets" for short LOL). The alternative is: Misha hits the Barbie phone and makes it play all three of its idiotic tapes "Hi my name is Barbie, call me up and let's have some fun today" over and over to bedevil his little sister. Or there's freezing bottles of Gator Aid and then bashing them into slush on the counter to make Slushies. Two hours of playing outside and it got too cold.

I clicked on Misha today, and clicked again, and clicked, and said "take out the garbage," and finally the garbage was taken...and then he ran away in his slippers. For a good long time. I thought he was taking one of those "long-way-around" Sim-walks back from the mailbox/trashcan area, you know the kind...ALL the way AROUND, past the rosebushes, past the fake custom sprinkler, behind the house where the patio is...like the Legit Family. And finally HOME.