Complete with Remote Control

Adventure Boy and his grandfather are here, awaiting the start of a Tiger Cub Scout meeting.

While the kids wait for everyone else to arrive, they are building things with Legos.

“This is my grandpa,” Adventure Boy announced. “Grandpa, this is you!”

Adventure Boy’s grandpa admired the creation.

“My grandpa rocks,” Adventure Boy continued. “He’s handsome.”

His grandpa looked at the Legos again, and asked, “Does it have remote control?”

I’m not sure who was more disappointed that it doesn’t–Adventure Boy or his grandpa.

Not Specific Enough

This is what happens when you tell Little Brother and Adventure Boy to pick up the toys they have scattered around the yard, and put them in the screened porch. But you forget to tell them to put them in the basket on the screened porch.

They did what I told them to do, after all…

Quiet Boys

Little Brother and Adventure Boy are busy playing a game of Pokemon Monopoly (we inherited this game from Boy Next Door).

They don’t have a good idea of the rules of the game, and Little Brother is choosing to ignore the instruction booklet.

He’s carefully piling money according to color while Adventure Boy painstakingly stacks the little clear blue square thingies that are this game’s version of “houses and hotels” but which resemble Legos more than edifices.

Light-sabres are standing by in case there is any dispute about the game, and Adventure Boy even arrived here dressed in is Obi-Wan Kenobi costume. Obviously he’s ready for anything.

I’ve never heard these two play so quietly without being up to something. Guess I’d better enjoy it!

Overheard at My House

“My ticklish spots are my armpits and…oh wait, I’m not going to tell you my new one.”

TheDad’s Big Day

Yesterday was TheDad’s birthday, and his last day off before returning to work.

He made the most of the day, doing such exciting things as dropping off his car to get the timing belt replaced, arranging for Cub Scout recruitment flyers, and holding a Cub Scout planning meeting.

But we celebrated in style with dinner at his favorite restaurant, Outback Steakhouse, and homemade cupcakes for dessert.

After dinner we picked up his car, and then he took Little Brother over to the high school where Big Brother and Middle Sister were helping out at a fund-raiser car wash. (They’re raising money to send 20 kids to Mississippi for a week to help with Habitat for Humanity’s hurricane-relief effort. Big Brother is going.)

I got back home first and found something near the front door–a little package of Reese’s Scoops. I thought maybe one of the Big Kids had dropped it on their way out, but I wasn’t sure, so I moved it where no one would step on it.

A few minutes later Adventure Boy appeared at the door. He told me that he had come over with a present for TheDad, and handed me the package of candy. Just then, TheDad pulled into the driveway, and I told Adventure Boy that he could give his present to TheDad himself.

I have the feeling that this candy was Adventure Boy’s own treat, that he gave to TheDad after he found out earlier in the day that it was his birthday.

So even though TheDad didn’t win the lottery last night, I am sure he knows he received a much more valuable prize.

Happy Birthday!

Things I Never Thought I’d Have to Say

“Magnetix are for building, not for bullets.”

A Bad Dream

Every parent has nightmares about something bad happening to one of the kids.

While on our trip, I had a nightmare–about Adventure Boy. And it’s been dogging me all week.

I guess he is more “mine” than I’d thought.

I hope everything is OK for the little guy.

The Wrong Tool for the Job

Adventure Boy showed up here this afternoon toting one of these:

I’ve never seen one of these toys in action before and was rather amazed that this toy vacuum actually WORKS!

I had just finished vacuuming the living room, dining room and stairs with my vacuum

and here comes Adventure Boy to show me that his vacuum picked up a whole bunch of stuff that mine had missed!

Apparently I could have saved us a whole bunch of money if I’d gone for the toy Dirt Devil. BONUS: it’s so small that only a child can use it. What genius invented this toy?

Adventure Boy has been vacuuming in here for more than an hour this afternoon (I never asked him to). I felt that some appreciation was in order so I invited him to stay for spaghetti.

My Inner Seventh-Grade Boy

Little Brother and Adventure Boy are sitting behind me playing with the domino set. First they were building lines to knock over, but then Adventure Boy started turning the dominoes into people.

He held up the double-blank domino, and said, “Look! I have no face!”

Big Brother and I agreed that Adventure Boy has an admirably sick sense of humor.

Of course, Big Brother and I share that same sense of humor. Middle Sister, however, does not–at least not when it comes to animals. Yesterday on the way to her orthopedic appointment, we passed a dead raccoon by the side of the road.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned. I looked back in my mirror to see what had caught her attention.

“He should have looked both ways,” I observed.

Good night, John Boy

Little Brother and Adventure Boy have been playing hard, outside, for about the past hour. They just came in and announced, “We’re tired.” Adventure Boy flopped down on a beanbag chair.

I teased, “I guess it’s naptime then. Goodnight, guys!”

Surprisingly they went along with that idea, bragging about their comfy spots to sleep. Then it was all about the goodnights.

Little Brother has always sleepily said, “You’re my buddy” to us when he says goodnight. So when Adventure Boy said goodnight to him, he said, “You’re my buddy” back.

“You’re my brother,” Adventure Boy replied.

“You’re my godbrother,” Little Brother continued.

Then the two buddies/brothers/godbrothers popped up and got busy playing again.