Baseball players don't need steroids just eat red dye #40

Summer's almost over so my father wanted to indulge Jake in one last baseball game. Jake LIVES for sporting events and baseball is quickly becoming #2 on the list of things he wants to do (soccer still reigns). It was a perfect evening with a crisp chill in the air, exceptional seats, and bugs in the BBQ.

Half way through the game Simi's high fructose corn syrup and red dye #40 from her slushie kicked in and she was ready for world domination. I took her on a stroll around the ball park when she spotted the team's mascot, Homer. She took off flying and tackled him. He responded to the unexpected brutality by placing her head in his mouth. OH, NO HE DIDN'T...Simi's vigor came full force in the form of Kung Fu. She karate chopped that poor lizard and preformed several body checks before we could call her off.

Amazed at the power of the Red/Blue dye had given our sweet baby girl we had to watch her agility again. So we let her at him.

She ran back over to where Homer was signing autographs. She patiently waited in line until it was her turn. When Homer finished signing her book she picked it up looked unimpressed and flopped it down in front of him and walked off. Apparently, big lizards have big ego's and Homer was not about to be snubbed by a 5 year old.

Homer stood up and flung Simi's book 25 feet in her direction. Now a crowd began to gather and take bets on who'd be victorious. But remember Simi's hyped up on dye and her only kryptonite is sleep.

Again she and Homer tussle. It all happened so fast but I know Homer picked her up ran, there were some squeals, and Homer was pleading for his life.

In the end a truce was called until next season. All bets are off April 2010.


Thanks Dad, for a wonderful time, good food and even better company. I hope we didn't embarrass you too much.