Category: Toren

Someone at Busch Gardens had an interesting idea.  Rather than just allow people to get close to tigers by looking at them through a glass window, why not allow people to actually be under the tigers (by climbing up into a plastic box that they like to lay on)? Toren and I found this one…

It probably feels something like this:

Really, this should be an easy one:   My hair doesn’t do that.  Toren definitely got his Mom’s hair. Here are the two static heads together: And one more:

My Mom (Ryan’s Mom, Eugenie) hates motorcycles.  She’s like the mother in The Christmas Story who kept repeating, “You’ll shoot your eye out,” except she would say, “You’ll kill yourself.”  While, statistically, she’s right that the odds are higher, I don’t think the way Toren rides is quite the same:

I doubt you watch it while sitting like this:

Occasionally they take pictures of the kids at Toren’s day care.  Here he is standing in front of the playground:

scissors + paper =

You bet.  Our monkey climbs gorillas all the time:

Since we have a season pass to Busch Gardens and there is so much to do there, we make pretty good use of our passes.  We’re probably their worst customers, though, since we go almost weekly but never buy anything.  Oh well, here’s a little free advertising for them:

Toren has remarkable eyesight (like his Dad).  He’s able to spot spider webs from very far away (he really likes spider webs) and can see lots of other things Debi and I don’t notice or can’t see it.  Typically, when he sees something new he says, “I see something.” He has also begun to equate…