The new old mall

In high school, my friends and I normally could be found in one of the following places: the weight room, on a basketball court, in the Burger King parking lot (talking about weight lifting and basketball), and the mall. We made the trek to Altamonte Springs about two or three times a week.

I still like to lift weights, and if I every played basketball anymore, I know I'd like that. However, I've pretty much loathed Burger King and malls ever since.

Though last night, we ventured to what I refer to as the newer old mall in Kentwood, a few spits from our house. We dined at Olgas, where Devin alternately giggled or grimaced depending on if he was eating a piece of fried chicken, or a lemon wedge.

While we were in "Mom Stores" Devin and ran laps around chemise displays and then we picked out Gator sweatshirts for Devin and me. Later, I displayed my magical daddy powers whereby a mere snap of my fingers I was able toggle the images in an add display case between a haggard old scuba dive peddling retirement funds and promo for a day spa. "It's going to change............nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnow."

Then we walked the perimeter of holiday village, where we ignored Santa's waves and did pullups on the red velvet ropes.

I like malls.

Mine Field

Or "MINE!!!!" as the case may be. Little Buddy has entered into a phase where he might as being screaming "Like Hell, I will!" at us when we try to encourage him to share his toys.

Devin has entered the fabled terrible twos at the tender age of 1.75. Does this mean that he'll get through this early? Or are we just in for a particularly long, hard slog?