Fun with ice (or, guerilla warfare with frozen projectile missiles)

So my dad had this idea last year to leave the sprinklers on at night, when it was going to freeze.  Wow.  The result?  A really, really cool ice patch.  Especially since the grass in the garden area is pretty high.  Icicles and crystals everywhere.  We all had a blast playing in it last year, so he decided to do it again this year.  Last night was the night.  This afternoon, we frolicked in a wintery wonderland!  Well, right up until Tori and her Grampa formed an unholy alliance and started an all-out ice war!  Ice was chucked, bruises were received (okay, that one might be just me), and the battle raged on!  Or, at least until I couldn't feel my fingers.  So I did what any brave combatant would do in the face of out-numbered danger...I ran and hid behind my mommy.  My strategy was that my dad couldn't possibly be foolish enough to throw ice towards her.  Yeah.  Not so much.  He threw, she glared, and the two of us declared surrender and went inside to thaw out, leaving the two frostbite-loving lunatics out there to turn on each other.

For more pictures, check out the family album.

On a completely unrelated note, Tori, instead of going to sleep, is in her bed singing 'Funky Town'.  Whoever taught her that song, rest assured...some day, somehow, I will get you for this.  *Headdesk*  Peace out!

What am I supposed to say to that?

So, bedtime has become somewhat of an issue lately.  Tori uses every excuse she can think of to avoid it, and boy, can she think of excuses.  Tonight, she didn't want to go to bed, because, "I have to help Dora get through this forest."  (A game on her computer.  Yeah.  She's more computer literate than my mom.  Not that that's saying much, but still.)  So I told her that was the wrong answer, and that the right answer was, "Yes, Mommy.  I'm going right now."  Tori doesn't even miss a beat, and fires back with, "Well, the wrong answer is 'No, I'm doing my computer,' and that's what I'm telling you."  Seriously?  What do you say to that?  Then, her dad tells her she can play for a few more minutes, so that's that.  Until... her computer messes up.  She turns to him and says, "Dad, this stupid thing's not working.  Fix it."  He tells her he can't.  She promptly responds with, "Well, that's because your brain is dead.  Your batteries musta died."

Where in the world does this kid come up with this stuff?  She's only four!  Seriously, some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth just blows me away.  We have church tomorrow, so I'm sure I'll have more to blog about after that.  Peace out!