We went to see Shrek this afternoon. Good flick, laughed out loud at parts... that good.

Had forgotten what it was like to go to a matinee of an animated feature... little kids everywhere. I could have told the beleaguered young parents next to me that their two kids were too young to sit still through a 20-minute cartoon show, much less a full-length feature. But hey, they had already paid their money... think they would have listened to me?

Younger boy was the greatest pain to his parents..."'ant 'ore 'opcon". Over and over. Once they had to tell him there was no more popcorn, the tantrum scenes started. Mom was clearly stressed, saying things to a little pre-toddler in public that should never be said, not even in private.

Our eyes met once, and her face went blank. Rather than finding the look of glaring hatred she was expecting, I was grinning at her from ear to ear. Been there, lady. Done that. If you don't kill'em first, they will outgrow it. She seemed to settle after that.

But, hey folks, when the little kid says "Gotta poooop!", take his word for it. Telling him "No, you don't!" ain't gonna work. Even if there's only 10 minutes of the movie left.

Good thing Badsnake wasn't there. We might have had a scene.

But the movie does a good job of taking you into another world.

In fact, our world even looked different when we stepped out of the theatre. Purer, cleaner.

And whiter.

No, wait a minute, that's no mirage, that's snow!

Yep, at least an inch on the ground, and settling at the rate of 2"/hour.

Had a snowball fight in the car on the way to godson's house. Wife finally had to lock out changes (those damn power windows with driver controls) to keep us from re-arming ourselves. Yes, some of us do outgrow it.

Wife's godson had left the mower outside (yes, he's finally paying off his debts), and the lawn only half cut. And we'd left the sprinkler on, so the aspen by the driveway was dragging all its branches on the ground. Snapped off one main beam. So I spent the next ten minutes out in the spring blizzard hosing the ice off the leaves and branches.

When I came inside, eldest son was watching the highlights of the Manchester vs Chelsea football game. As in football with a round ball. Talk about alternate universe.

So, how do I fly tomorrow and count antelope when the country is white again? Those rust and white little buggers will never show up...