Alter Ego

My friend Sacha popped in tonight and chastised me for not posting more often. Ok, it's true - I'm not as regular as I used to be. So in the spirit of keeping this blog going (and placating certain parties), I offer you a brief entry.

A few nights ago Brooks and the boys were bonding by way of some online interactive applications. One of their favorites takes the user's image via a webcam and, in real time, turns them into a Transformers character. They all have a good time - blah blah blah - then off to bed, right? Well, no one tells me that the application is still running when I sit down an hour or so later to check my email.


Not one to miss an opportunity, I strike a menacing pose for the camera and make a screen shot. This image could serve as some kind of disciplinary device to coerce my children into behaving. "Hey!" I'll hiss as they're fighting in Sacrament Meeting, "Remember what MamaBot does to little boys who hurt each other." Or perhaps I'll post it on the lid of the toilet seat as a friendly reminder. And then when they find themselves strapped to a rocket blasting off to the planet Nebulon, they can't say I didn't warn them...