Dr. Dad's Flotsam, Jetsam and other Ephemera, etc.: Loolyville, Part 2

Across the street from the Slugger Museum is a place called Frazier International History Museum. Here's the thing ... for boys and dads, it sort of ROCKS. I even caught Mom digging the scene. Here's why: armor, swords, guns, bloody dioramas, more guns, and a whole load of pirate junk. On the Interstate, Jefferson saw a billboard with skeletons hanging from it and I'm not sure if he's ever been more sold on anything. We want to believe that he's making this face because the oppressive sun is blinding him. In our hearts we know it's just because he's goofy and was messing with us.

This museum is great for kids. The pirate exhibit was especially excellent. A cubby hole here (filled with knives).

A steering wheel there. He's saying: "Arggh, ye mateys!" And by "he's saying," I mean he's still saying it ... 9 hours later.

This was for making that face outside by the cannon. Also, on the way to the car, a guy in an Atlanta Braves hat noticed Jefferson's shirt and asked: "Where's the little cheese?" I couldn't figure out if he was asking me or Jefferson, so I said: "When he's around, we're all the little cheese." The only thing stranger than asking the question in the first place was how disappointed the guy seemed with my answer.

Speaking of shirts, I recently bought the Superman shirt pictured below. For those of you without a working knowledge of the DCU, it is a reference to John Byrne's post-Crisis reboot of the Superman origin. Anyway, in the summer I end up wearing a lot of superhero t-shirts because it's hot and I'm a geek. When I wear a Flash or Green Lantern shirt, I don't get a second look. But every single time I've worn the Superman shirt, I get at least a double-take and often a comment. I'd been telling the Mom about this and her response was something along the order of "ho-hum." But then we walked by a restaurant window yesterday and we could see a guy tap someone at his table and point at my shirt. Later last night, a Barnes and Noble employee who had stopped to ask if I was finding everything okay interrupted himself to say: "Cool shirt, man." Confusing... sorry for the digression.