Today is the annual Japanese Festival (Matsuri) in Phoenix near the Science Center. We were fully planning on going. Quinn especially was looking forward to seeing the Shotokan karate, Aikido and the Taiko drums as well as that old man whose there every year making sucker goo into intricate art pieces. None of that happened. This happened instead.
Quinn spent the night before at a new friend's house and I have the strange feeling that he didn't get much, if any sleep. Once home, he fell into such a deep sleep that we couldn't wake him for 4 1/2 hours. Mind you, this was during the middle of the day. Once he woke up, he was upset that we didn't "shake" him, as he put it. When we did try to wake him up, he screamed, carried on and looked at us through vacant eyes. It was like 'the lights were on but no one was home' kind of thing. Strangely scary but slightly amusing at the same time. Come on, you know we've all laughed/snickered at our kids' misfortunes at one time or another.
It's not just me, right?!
Rip Van Winkle fully awoke, it was 5:00 p.m., which is too late for the Matsuri (mot.sue.dee). Instead, we went to the shoe store and bought Quinn a new pair of Vans and then went on to Pei Wei's where we ate Pad Thai and Lettuce Wraps in the van while watching "Madascar II". I'd say if you can't got to the Matsuri, create your own. Not a bad day after all.