Life is Love

Max wanted to cheer up a friend who was upset during a playdate, so he wrote her this card.

Here is the front of the card:

LifeIsLoveHere is the inside of the card:

Love Is Life, By Max B, for Beatrix

Love Is Life, By Max B, for Beatrix

Evil Gods and the Aloha Relaxation Company.


Don’t tear up your baby license. The Evil Gods will look into the ripped part and say “Oh, this is the power.” And that will destroy the Aloha Relaxation Company.


Oh. I’ve got to go upstairs …. (Dashing to Facebook! )


Don’t post that on Facebook. The Aloha Relaxation Company will fall apart.

The Aloha Relaxation Company delivers blankets that help you relax. The Founder, Max, gives us examples of his company’s services every morning at 5:45. I’m not entirely sure what the Baby License is.

Sparkling Communities

max-sc-06-purpleBased only on third hand reports I’ve developed a revulsion to the sparkly-vampire show Twilight. So, I jumped like I’d met a leper when Max wanted to show Mom his “Sparkling Communities.” Mom put him to bed, hoping that he’d forget. Max never forgets. Next morning he was still excited about Sparkling Communities.

Max wakes up about an hour before his parents and he often entertains himself by making books.

Fortunately, Max is all boy, and the Sparkling Communities turned out to be astronomical constellations.  Here is a PDF of the full book.

Stone Sword

IMG_0863Max has become interested in knights and dragons, so it wasn’t surprising when he asked about how to get a sword from a stone. I explained the legend of King Arthur as best I could remember. Then Max explained, “No, how do you make a sword from a stone. “

Possible, I supposed, but not practical. Max persisted. He persisted for several weeks. Finally, I understood what he was really saying: “Good God Man, you’re a Busboom! Get to work! ” So I made a sword from a stone.

We took a river rock from the garden, put a diamond blade on the angle grinder, and free-handed a sword. Even though Max was equipped with safety glasses and an apron, the  lesson was entirely negated by Dad holding an angle grinder in one hand, and a rock in the other.

Regardless, the result was acceptable, and Max approves:


Santa Claus

This was the first year that we’ve really talked to Max about Santa Claus. He’s 5 now, and in previous years he didn’t care or didn’t understand. The magic did not last long.

Max, to Mom: Is Santa Claus real, or a made up story?

Mom: Well, Santa Claus is, um, the spirit of Christmas.

Max: But is he real or a made up story?

Mom: It’s kind of hard to say.

Max: Can Daddy say?

Mom: Go ask your Dad.

So, tomorrow, I get to pitch Santa Claus to a young skeptic. Somehow, saying “If you see it in the Huffington Post it’s so” doesn’t quite feel right.

Crack Your Skull!

The budding songsmith has combined the tradition of children’s songs with the lurid interests of 5 year old boys.

If you’re happy and you know it crack your skull. (Crack, Crack) x3
If you’re happy and you know it,
then your face should surely know it
If you’re happy and you know it crack your skull. (Crack, Crack)