Monday, December 18, 2006
I wasn't thinking. Sometime a week or so before Christmas, one of Santa's helpers catches a ride with the Leesburg Volunteer fire department and takes a tour through all of the neighborhoods in town. So the kids are in pajamas, and Anna looks out the window and catches the side of Santa as he waves his arm and drives down the street, away from us. Anna shoulders slumped down.
"Come on, Kids!" I spoke. "We are going to get in the truck and catch up with Santa!"
And we did! The kids tumbled into the back of the truck, and we zipped down to the other end of the neighborhood and we managed to catch Santa up with and his fire truck, and his two assistants who were dressed like snowmen and looked vaguely creepy. We caught up with him, and then when he left, we followed him. We followed him down Lakewood over by the Library, and through some other older neighborhoods. It was a hoot!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
As all five of us were driving to Ashburn, we had the following conversation. Anna was trying to listen to the Christmas music, and Sam was yammering on about something, I can't remember what, he was probably expressing his amusement with the word 'baloney' or something like it. But Anna said, "can someone please get Sam to be quiet! I am trying to listen to the music and he is making so much noise that I can't here it!"
Kathleen and I, without hesitation and simultaneously said, "welcome to my world."
Sam could not skate at all. Not even the teeniest bit. His feet would shoot out in any direction they were pointed. But Sam wasn't scared, or frustrated, no Sam thought this was the funniest thing that had ever happened since the Marx brothers. You would hold him in the air, and every time he tried to stand up on the ice, his feet would start scrambling all over the place and he would get this deep belly laugh and would just keep laughing. It was impossible not laugh with him.
PJ, was by contrast, trying harder and learning faster. He was also taking a lot of spills. He would, fall, and fall again, every time saying "I'm OK! I'm OK!" Even when he thumped his head against the ice, or when he fell hard on his but. He kept inching his way around the edge.
Anna has been out five or six times now, and relative the rest of the family is Dorothy Hamil. She was off skating on her own for the whole time we were there, and was doing better than mom and dad. It was a very 'family' night for us, and a good time was had by all. Especially Sam, even though he never actually could stand up.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
"I hurt msyelf!"
"Oh Sammy Boo" I say to him, where did you hurt yourself. This always has a double meaning, and it is a crapshoot to see whether the kids will answer with "my arm" or "on the couch".
"Over there" Sam says, pointing at a video game. "I hurt my teeth"
"Aww, did you fall and hurt your teeth on that arcade game?"
"Yeah." Big pause. Then he says, "will you kiss it and make it better?" and opens his mouth up REALLY WIDE.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Poor little guy. But I told him about all of the bike crashes dad has had and it seemed to help. Luckily he was wearing a helmet, something kids in my era had neither the sense nor the encouragement to do.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
This was about a 250 mile drive from Vegas, but worth every mile. We ate at a 50's diner on Route 66, enjoyed burning down highway 93 in a rented ford mustang convertible with the cruise control set at 90, a cool breeze in the air, and not a cloud in the sky. It was, briefly, heaven.
Sunday night we returned to Vegas and got to enjoy such local favorites as the fake Eiffel tower, the Fountains at Bellagio, losing money at gambling, and waiting in huge lines to eat, check in, check out, and do anything else that doesn't involve gambling. Vegas's rule number 1 is: no lines for gambling.
Funs over now though, so its back to work for a couple of days, and then, thanksgiving, black friday, and MORE CHRISTMAS MUSIC. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (Christmas music makes me nutty!)
Monday, November 13, 2006
She told me she wanted a grapefruit. No problem, I can do that, I thought to myself. I handed her a grapefruit.
"Aren't you going to cut this up llike mom does?"
Uh oh. Those fateful words. Like mom does. "How does mom cut the grapefruit up?" I asked.
"I don't know, she just takes the seeds out, and then cuts it into little pieces."
I dig through the drawers and find the grapefruit knife. Crudely, I start hacking away at the large yellow fruit. Finally I produce a smalll pile of triangular pieces. I am very proud. I hand the grapefruit pieces to Anna. Long moments pass.
"Could I have some cereal?"
I don't argue the point, and get her her cereal. Then it soon becomes tikme to get dressed for school. This is always an ordeal. Anna never wants to get dressed, she never wants to brush her hair.
"Anna! I'll make you a deal. If you can get dressed and ready for school, including your shoes, in the next five minutes, I will give you a wizard point." I pause, and then suddenly grab a large knife from the drawer. "But!" I cackle "If you do not then I will chop off the little finger of your left hand!" I slam the knife against the cutting board for effect.
"Dad, you're just joking." Anna says. She is on the floor putting her shoes on and doesn't even look at me while she says this. She has been schooled by wife, as all my children have been. They don't believe a single word I say. On this morning though, she is ready in five minutes, and catches her bus to school by 7:10AM. I get another cup of coffee.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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My brother sent me this cute and funny picture of a deer that he found sleeping in his garage. I was worried that he was looking kind of sick, but Mike assures me that the cute little bambino was up and eating hostas in no time.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
When I started to read to Anna, I had to warn the two boys not to rough-house or carry on. "Guys - You can stay here if you are quiet, but if you fight or make noise I am going to send you to bed."
PJ looked at me, then to Sam, and then took him by the arm. "C'mon Sam" he said. Then he turned to me and said, "Sam and I are going into my ROOM to FIGHT." Then they started to walk out of the room, arm in arm.
Sam looked at me as he was leaving and said, "We are going into PJ's room to fight," and nodded his head at me.
But of course, by starting out with the objective of fighting, they couldn't help but play nice for the few minutes before bed.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Sam woke up at his usual 6 AM onTuesday (the 31st) and came into our bedroom.
"Mom, what day is it?"
Grumbling from under the sheets. Muttering. "Its Tuesday." She croaked.
"Yeah! Its Halloween day!" Sam exclaimed with childish glee.
that night, PJ must have heard his parents talking about candy, because as he was trick or treating he would say, after getting his candy, "Thanks! I'm going to be SICK for DAYS!"
Monday, October 30, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
My first clue that he was sick was when we went to Chuck E. Cheese today. He suddenly stopped playing video games and went to our booth and was sitting there bent over, with his head down on the seat and his but in the air. "Are you okay, Peej?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I'm just resting." Was all he said, but his face was starting to turn pale. Plus, anything that can prevent him from playing Metal Slug 6 must be powerful in scope. It would be like me being too sick to get on the plane to go to St. Martin. The others had a great time at Chuck E. Cheese. I was looking for Sam once and found him in the photo booth with some other child his age. I was worried that Sam had bullied his way in, but the other kid seemed quite happy. "We have our picture taken!" he said and grinned at me.
It is funny the three different ways the children spend their arcade tokens at Chuck E. Cheese. Anna like to get tickets so she spends tokens like water and comes back to me on minutes, asking for more tokens. Then, fifteen minutes after we arrive she has spent all of her tokens and is taking them to the counter and going shopping. PJ takes ten tokens and then never comes back. He is so good at video games that his money lasts a while, and when he runs out he has usually made friends and some other boy's dad is putting money in the machine for him to keep playing. Sam is just a maniac. I found him once on a jet ski arcade game, sitting behind some other boy, riding along. Another time he was in a photo booth with a little boy Sam's age. I asked the boy if he minded, and he just smiled and said "we got our picture took."
Mike and Loretta and Molly and Andrew visited last weekend, and we had a blast. No pictures, because I just plain forgot to keep the camera out to take pictures, but we all had a great time. Mike helped me get a bunch of RV stuff taken care of, and this led to a lot of what-is-now-amusing stories about backing up a 25 foot trailer in the dark when you have no experience doing so. But its okay, it got put away, and what's a family get together when you don't have any yelling anyway? It would be like a hot dog with no mustard.
Friday, September 22, 2006
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We finally went out and bought an RV, god help us! More pictures to follow. It is a 25 foot 2003 Coleman trailer with two slides. On a related note, I have noticed that all of those "you might be a redneck if..." jokes are just not as funny as they used to be.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
"PJ, do you know who that is?"
"Do you think she is pretty?"
"Uhmm, no, not really."
"Well, I think she is pretty. Are you sure you don't know who that is?"
"Oh." Big pause. "Is she a teenager?"
"Yeah, she was when we met."
"Dad, you MET mom?"
"Yeah, what, do you think she we just knew each other forever?""
Big pause. "No."
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Of course, no one admits responsibility. There too smart for that. Except Sam, and trying to get an talking to him is like talking to the magic eight ball. "Sam, did you throw that marshmallow up on the wall?"
"Sam, did you?"
"Sam, did you throw the marshmallow?"
"I want a marshmallow"
"Sam, you can't have a marshmallow."
"But I want a marshmallow!"
Then I just give up. They don't tell you about stuff like this in parenting class. They don['t tell you that you'll have to deal with anonymous marshmallows in strange places.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Once we were home, after Sam went to bed, I took a shower with PJ, to bring his fever down. I told him afterwards, he could crawl into bed with me until he fell asleep, then I would put him into my bed. We both got into bed. Skip forward. I am waking up at six and going to work. What happened to PJ?
I had fallen asleep, and PJ had gone downstairs, and said to Kathleen, "Mom, Dad said I could stay in bed with him until he fell asleep, and now he's asleep. Can I watch TV with you?"
He stayed up watching TV until 11PM.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
"Could you, just, well, could you not tell any jokes tonight?"
"I don't like it when you tell jokes."
"Well, PJ, I am glad you told me that, because I was going to tell you about the most fantastic thing that happened to me at work today. Do you want to hear about it?"
"Well, while I was at work, a black hole appeared at my desk and it sucked me in! It spit me out of a quasar at the opposite end of the universe. There I was floating through space."
"Wow! Did you get hit by any shooting stars?"
"Yeah, but I just brushed them aside with my hand."
"No way! A shooting star is like a million times bigger than you. You would be have been totally burned up."
"PJ, I am just joking with you."
"Could you not tell any stories or jokes tonight?"
Monday, July 24, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
In short, Mike lost a little and I lost a little more but neither of us made it to our goal weight, so Mike put on a skirt, and I had to wear a girly top, both picked out by Molly and Nina at the local thrift shop,
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Mike and I went fishing in the morning in more bugy creeks, and interrupted long fishless hours with brief moments of "uh-oh I dropped my beer can in the stream, quick, catch it!"
We watched the fireworks just up the road, which turned out to be perfect as there were no crowds, and it was an easy drive back. Sam's first fireworks, these were, and he was I believe, suitably impressed.
PJ asked me later that day. "Dad, are we real?"
"I think we are real"
"How do you know you're real?"
"That's a good question."
"If we weren't real we'd have lines like they do on tv" he said confidently, if only to possibly comfort his dad.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Sandy Point was under water. Note the picnic table and the dock. Sam and PJ were enjoying there first sunset. We had enough time to get in a swim before it was time to go to sleep.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Did we mention Sam is wearing *UNDERWEAR*? (Picture mom and dad dancing a happy dance of diaper free life.) This is huge, this is very huge.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
We visited the Strasburg railroad, where they were giving rides on the Thomas the Train. It was great fun. Then later we went camping at a small campground in Strasburg.
Then we got a treat at the campground: An amish fellow and his two daughters came by on his buggy selling cookies, pies, and jam. We bought some Shoefly pie and some cookies, and he took the kids on a buggy ride through the campground. The kids loved it! The Shoefly wasn't that good though. Oh well. Live and learn.
Friday, June 16, 2006
After a fun hour of navigating bottlenecked traffic, security roadblacks, and gridlocked traffic, I was picked up at the curb, and we stumbled on a metered spot. We enjoyed a deluxe meal of half-smokes, hot dogs, chips, pretzels, and sodas courtesy of ye old corner vendor. But it was all good.
I left the family to enjoy the national aquarium, which is located in a dimly lit corner of the basement of the Department of Commerce (yes, really), across the street from the Ronald Reagan building.
PJ remarked later, "Wow! That was TOTALLY not as big as I thought it would be."
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
But anyway, there we are in line for lunch. Of course PJ and Anna ran off somewhere, so I am standing in line just hoping I can get a plate of food and choke it down before somebody breaks something. I also get a plate of food for PJ. I get him a hot dog on a bun with ketchup, one of his favorite foods. I also get him some beans and macaroni, just to balance out the plate, since I know he won't eat it. PJ is sort fo a food purist. He will only eat white rice, noodles with no sauce, pizza with only cheese.
I finally get to the end of the line and then make my way back to my table. We all sit down. I get up, and go track down PJ and Anna, who are running around along with virtually every other child in the room, in complete disregard for the earlier plea for peace. But its okay, its sort of a controlled chaos, and everyone is having fun, or at least they are until I tell my two that they have to sit down and eat dinner.
We get back to our table, and PJ takes a look at his plate. He pulls his feet up into his lap, and starts kicking the table, ignoring the food. This goes on for many minutes. Finally I ask, "PJ, aren't you going to eat your hot dog?"
"I don't want THIS one!" PJ says, kicking the table. Some lemonade splashes off my glass and falls on my glass. I look over at a giant bin of hundreds of identical hot dogs. "Well Okay PJ, but you need to go and stand in line to get another one. PJ gets up, and walks over to the big bin full of hot dogs, and cuts into the middle of it. I run over and grab him and bring him back to the table.
"PJ, what about this hot dog?" I ask.
"No, I don't want that one." He starts to make these loud wining noises, and he gets up and runs off into the crowd again.
I catch up to him. I tell him we will stand in line together. By now, the line reaches into some other room, maybe into another church even. We walk to the end of the line. We wait and wait. Finally we get to the front of the line. By this time Kathleen and Anna and Sam have left to go outside to the playground. PJ takes his hot dog and goes back to his table.
I am eating a cookie. I stare at him. He has this empty look in his face. He pulls his knees up and starts kicking the table again.
"PJ!" I say, the veins standing out on my forhead, "aren't you going to eat your hot dog?"
"No" He said and paused, his big eyes swivel around the room. "I'm not hungry." He said, and kicked the table again.
Monday, June 12, 2006
It was pretty cool for a June day, but I got a big drink for myself anyways. I went into the backyard, and started to get the parts for the pool out. I realized I would need to clean out some things from under the deck in order to make way for the lawn mower, which would have to be moved in turn to make way for the pool filter. A lot of shuffling around. Anna and PJ were playing around under the deck and sort of help me, and they were being rambunctious and just sort of playing around. I brought a few things out from under the deck. I wondered where Kathleen was. I asked PJ where mom was. He said that she was sleeping on the chair in the front room.
Kathleen was taking a nap in the front room. Anna had put her bright blue princess sleeping bag over her like a blanket and she looked very comfortable. I went back out the backyard. I started to unroll the pool. I asked Anna if she had seen Sam around, because I suddenly noticed I hadn't seen him in a while and Kathleen was sleeping. This was all a little odd, because this time of day Kathleen is normally up and puttering around the kitchen or sitting on the deck, and she does things like yell out "hey! is Sam out there?" But I figured Sam must be in the basement, because that is where he goes this time of day. But I made a mental note to check on where Sam was.
I then grabbed a few pieces of garbage that needed to go out to the garage. I brought the stuff out to the garage, and as I went around the corner of the garage I saw one of the windshield wipers on my car, which was sitting out in the driveway, was propped up like post straight out from the windshield. "That must have been Sam!" I thought to myself, and as I walked towards the car my heart lurched up into my throat when I saw Sam climbing around in the back seat of my Saab. His head was dripping in sweat and he was upset, although he wasn't crying.
I brought Sam inside and gave him some ice water and wiped off his head with a wet rag. He didn't seem to be suffering from heatstroke. I think he went back out into the front yard, and wanted to back into the car so he opened the door and climbed in. Because I had been working on it, I had forgotten to lock it. He had then shut himself into the back seat of the car and because both of the back seat doors had child locks he could not open them. At first I had thought I had shut him in when I had gone inside from the car the first time, but I couldn't have done that because it wouldn't have explained the windshield wiper.
The windshield wiper, which happened to be standing up like a flag to grab my attention, was the only thing had brought me over to the car close enough to see Sam. In 75 degree weather, the temperature in a car reaches a hundred degrees in ten minutes.
So, imagine Sam had not gotten sidetracked to play with the windshield in his little adventure, and instead headed straight for the car. Ten minutes later, I drop off the garbage, and don't notice him there. I go to the back yard. Maybe I ask Anna to look for Sam. Maybe she listens, or maybe I have to ask her again a few minutes later. Finally I go inside, and wake up Kathleen and ask her if she has seen Sam. I look in the basement. The next place to look is all through the house, the backyard the neighborhood. So instead we would have found him fifteen minutes later, after twenty five minutes of one hundred degree heat.
Bu then I might have seen him, too. Maybe I would have heard him cry when I took the garbage back. Maybe, a few minutes later I would have found him in the car, just sweaty and hot and scared, just a few minutes later. Maybe either way it would have worked out just fine. Maybe it wouldn't gotten that hot and he could have been in the car for an hour without any ill effects, and we would have certainly found him by then. But you don't know, you don't ever know these things, and its the weight of that "what if" that weighs down on you when you take the time to think of it. When you think that he might have died out there locked in a car on a summer day.
Still, thank god I saw that wiper.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
On Monday Kathleen noticed him holding his hand. Sam bumped into PJ's arm and he winced, and made an "ow" sound. When touching his wrist, it was tender his wrist was swolen.
I got to bring to the ER Monday night after dinner. Of course, there had been a bunch of car accidents a few minutes earlier and the ER was standing room only. Eventually we got in. PJ charmed everyone with his many humorous antics. He sees an orthopod on Thursday, and we are hoping that he will be able to swim inn time for our vacation in July.
For those of you who don't remember, he broke his other wrist a couple of years ago, and there was of course the trip to the ER for quarter-eating. Sam was the one who broke his collarbone last summer. Anna has remained mysteriously uninjured. She climbs, jumps, and lands on her feet like a cat.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I went boating yesterday with the children out on a friend's boat. They trailered down to Pohick bay. It started out cloudy and got nicer as the day went on. We went fishing, and then went tubing and took a boat ride. it was a great day. Then we went home and I let the kids stay up late and watch a movie.
Sunday morning Sam was the first up, and he came and woke me up. I started to put on a shirt. "No, I want you to put on this shirt."
"But I already have this shirt right here." I said.
"No, this shirt, asshole." He said.
"What!" I said, not believing my ears.
"This shirt HAS HOLE" he said carefully, pointing to a big one under the arm.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Saturday we had a barbecue over at our house. Later that night I had planned on setting up a "drive in movie" outside, an elaborate contraption created by daisy chaining an overhead projector, a laptop computer, a lcd projector panel, and a small boombox. While setting it up, the laptop decided to stop working. I got a "blue screen of death", something that has never happened before. I actually started to get very stressed out. The children were running around in a frenzy. "Where is the movie?" they kept asking. I was feverishly trying to download a driver and install it on this laptop, in the dark, on a picnic table, in my backyard, while being heckled by a crowd of 11 children with an everage age of 4. Finally, I dragged an ancient laptop out of the basement, and got that to work. But it was very cool, and so, I guess, worth it.
Sunday we went over to our neighbors for a pool party, and my aqua-children got in a few hours of serious pool time. Then after more time in the sun, we retired, and the children got some more good sleep time in.
Monday we saw "Over the Hedge" with some friends, and later I went bowling. It was good weekend, sort of busy, but all things that stayed close to home, and that was very nice.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
This past weekend we accomplished a very nice relaxing weekend. On Saturday, Anna went to her elementary school for a Boardwalk party.
I hung out with the kids at home, mowed the grass, chilled out. It was very relaxing.
Sunday all the family came up for cousin Tony's first birthday party. Sam and PJ went up with Mom and they all had a great time. Anna and Dad, however, had a different agenda. Getting up early, they hit the road at 8AM, and bet feet up to Granite Hill Campground in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania for the 52nd annual Gettysburg Bluegrass Festival. GBF is a more traditional festival, with lots of Gospel and old-timey bluegrass, and we stayed the whole day. The weather was a little cold, and very windy, but it didn't rain.
We got to see Dry Branch Fire Squad, and the Lewis Brothers, and Shiloh, and the Seldom Scene finished off the day by Four PM, which allowed us to make it home in time for dinner. Very enjoyable. I look forward to when we take the whole family to these things, and stay for three four days and not just one.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Later, I met up with some freinds and went hiking for an hour or so at Turkey Run. Then we got lost. Three hours later, lost in the forests that more or less Surround CIA headquarters in Langley, we were still slugging it along.
The kids were real troopers, especially Sam, who didn't hardly complain even though his leather sandals were soaking wet and must have been hurting his feet. PJ kept saying "This way, that way! Where are we going! I want to go back to the car!". Made it home eventually, and went home for a good night's sleep.
Kathleen and Anna were doing an overnight with Girl Scouts, so they missed out on all of the fun.
Friday, May 12, 2006
I took Anna PJ to see their cousins Molly and Andrew and their uncle Mike and Aunt Loretta, and of course their grandmother Nina this past weekend up in New York. Everyone had an excellent time. We left around 3:30 on Friday, after Anna got home from school. The drive was as long as it normally is,but the kids were really good and it was nice for me to get a chance to kind of clear my head of all the stuff that's been stressing me out lately.
I barely saw the children for most of the weekend, as Aunt Loretta had all sorts of things planned for the children like taking them to "bounce-a-palooza", this expo center full of huge, bouncy things, and also taking them to a party at a neighbors house.
On Sunday we went for picnic on Speaker Heck island, on Lake George. Lake George has a network of hundreds of camping and picnic sites on its many islands on the lake. This early in the year the summer crowds haven't arrived yet so we had most of the island for ourselves- except for an angry goose and an older couple named Dave and Gene.
The kids had a great time wandering around the island. It was a beautiful day- in the 70's and clear. After we returned to Glens Falls Anna,PJ, and I went back to Nina's house and all went to bed early for the next day's trip back to Virginia.
We hit the road by 9:00 Monday morning. Nina road with us, which was a treat for the kids and she didn't even complain about my driving to much. We had a great time, as did Kathleen who was glad to get some time to herself (well, with Sam).
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Also, last week, as we were putting Pajama's on I remarked that Sam is built more like me (chunky). PJ said that he wanted to look like me. I told him that his face looked like me, but that he inherited traits from both sides of his family, from mom and her parents, and from myself and my parents. PJ paused, then looked at me. "Wow, I can't believe your dad is dead! He must have died a liek just before I was born!." His tone was amazement, as if I had six fingers or had suddenly grown a third eye.
We were at the Seven-Eleven this weekend, getting slurpies. Slurpies can actually become a food group if you eat enough of them. A young aguy at the corner asked PJ, "I bet you can't wait to go fishing, huh?"
"No, we're going to Best Buy to get Yoshi's Island for our Gameboy."
"Yoshi's Island, wow, I used to play that on my Super Nintendo. Do you remember what a Super Nintendo is?"
"I have a Super Nintendo, I like to play Mega Man on it."
"Mega Man, oh that's tight. Which version of Mega Man do you like?"
"I only have Mega Man 1"
"You should get Mega Man 3. Mega Man 3 is the best. I used to have a Sega too, I..."
"I have a Sega, well, I can play Sonic, but only on the computer."
"Ok, PJ," I interrupted, "We need to go" there were at this point about twelve people waiting to buy there morning coffee and cigarettes, and they didn't look very happy about PJ and how he was bonding over video games with the Seven-Eleven guy. "Say thank you."
"Thank You." He muttered. He always mutters, when he says please or thank you, and he looks at his feet when he says it.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Sam pulled a stool over to the refridgerator. He then opened the door, climbed to the second highest shelf, and took out a carton of eggs (yes eggs). Then he got down, leaving the door open, took the eggs to the den, behind the green chair, which is one of his favorite places to hide.
Then he began (and this is the best part) STEPPING ON THEM! How brilliant is that, if you are a bored three year old? Of course, mom was more than a little nonplussed when she found him.
I asked Sam about this today. I said, "Sam, did you step on some eggs the other day?"
"How many eggs did you step on?"
"Two and a half." He said.