Since Dyson has been getting into the Zorro movies, I thought I would go for some hero worship by shaving off most of my goatee, only leaving the "soul patch", like Anthony Hopkins (the "old Zorro"):
So, right after I shaved, Keira walked in to the bathroom. Didn’t notice. I asked her if she could see anything different about my beard. "Oh yeah." Total indifference. I explained why I did it, and she got excited on Dyson’s behalf.
Dyson came in a bit later. Didn’t notice. I pointed it out to him, and he argued that Zorro didn’t have such a facial hair arrangement. Sigh…
(Kel did ask me to wear the mask later that night…)
My other attempt to curry favor was much more successful. Throwing money at the kids tends to have good (albeit transient) results.
I bought a cheap (in quality if not price) Zorro costume for Dyson.
It took one day (actually just over 12 hours) for UPS to ship the package from somewhere in North Carolina. In that time, UPS managed to bend the box in half and completely crush it. The sword was bent into a "Z" shape (appropriate, I guess, if not acceptable). Dyson’s already broken the sword. I tried to super glue the blade back together, but that didn’t last. Dyson was running around holding the sword blade and the hilt together (in other words, the blade parallel to the hilt), saying that it worked that way. Not wanting to argue with an accepted solution, Kel wrapped electrical tape around the combination. Good enough for now!
And, yes, Dyson is wearing one of Keira’s old leotards. Given the typical attire of superheros, it is really difficult to convince him that it’s only for girls…
Next (when I have time to play with the pictures), our trip to redneck heaven: the Salem Fair!
