Today the boys made treasure maps. Then they marched around the front yard looking for Thumb Rock. Sheldon wore chaps...around his neck. I wish I had my camera, but you'll have to imagine it. Our neighbor came out to investigate and he kept asking Sheldon, "What are you supposed to be?"
This line of questioning frustrated Sheldon, who marched away with a silent dignity unexpected from a person sporting leather chaps as neckwear.
Q kept trying to drag the huge shovel from the garage so he'd be ready to dig. Sadly, in our neighborhood there is no where to dig holes without hitting sprinklers. He also became frustrated. We found no treasure today. We also were unable to find Thumb Rock.
I ate all of Derrick's Hot Tamale candy...but I left the last one, as a token of my affection. I guess I only ate it "all" in a general sense...like when you had to estimate in 2nd grade? I've never been good at measuring. One means none, most means all, don't let the calculus book hit you on the way out...
I spent way too much time with the two year old arguing over a squirrel in his favorite book.
"Ohh! Dat a mouse!" he said, pointing to a grey squirrel in a tree.
"No, that's a squirrel," I replied helpfully.
"No..that is not a mouse. See it's fluffy tail? It's a squirrel"
"No," I retorted, and turned the page quickly.
He grabbed the book and flipped it to another page that didn't have ANY rodents in trees and started to say, "Dats a mouse!" to the now invisible mouse.
I gave up.
|he's a force to be reckoned with...|
We are trying to put the kidlets to bed now. I just heard a little voice call out from the hallway, "YOU ARE GOING TO MEET YOUR DOOM!"
Bedtime. It's going well.