Jonathan gave me “The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill” for Christmas. It’s a documentary about a man who befriends a flock of conures and parakeets who live in San Francisco. For a bird person such as myself the movie is very interesting, but it focuses too much on Mark Bittner, the man who feeds and cares for injured members of the flock. The movie makes himself out to be a modern-day Zen Master. I know most bird people are a little wacko (myself included) but…. Well, let’s just say this movie confirmed our previously held belief that San Francisco, like Vancouver, is comprised of about 96% wackoes.

But who’s the more wacko? The wacko or the wacko who isn’t sure how to spell the plural of “wacko?”

A lot of people still look at Benjamin and Jonah and assume they are identical twins. You can tell they are brothers, but they look very different from each other. A couple of days ago a woman assumed they were identical and I said that actually they’re fraternal. She said, “No! They look exactly alike!” With a polite smile, I said something along the lines of: “When you look closely [HINT: GET GLASSES, YOU FREAK], they are actually quite different.” She shrugged her shoulders and said with a huff, “If you say so!” Damn straight, I say so! Good grief, woman!

Anyhoo…..Jonah is skinny, curious, and flexible. This is a dangerous combination for a crawler. He emptied his toy bin then climbed inside it. A few minutes later it tipped over and he landed smack on his head. I was holding Benjamin so it took me several seconds to get to him. He was doing that silent screaming and couldn’t actually emit a sound until I had been holding him for another several seconds. Eek – that was a bad one. A few hours later I left him alone for literally 15 seconds and I found him sitting on top of a paper ream box, happy as can be. We may have to install a climbing wall on the patio to satisfy these vertical urges.