Hectic night once in from teaching in Numazu...
Wife and oldest boy were battling over some difficult kanji homework so I'm holding the girly baby child till WHOAA! Big runny bazooka poop blasting out of the diaper onto her clothes then sheets it's everywhere! So I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off up stairs down stairs change baby wash baby change sheets wash futon pad all to the sound of a complaining 3rd grader and patience losing mama and...
Well the middle boy child disappeared somewhere during all the commotion right, so I go looking for him once things quiet down only to find him camped out in the daddy-land lair with earbuds in, volume cranked and eyes wide completely transfixed by the Green Day American Idiot concert video that he inadvertently clicked on in my iTunes library.
And so a Green Day fan is born...
Rock on my boy.
Rock on!
