I told Little Brother that it was time for me to go get ready so we can go to Storytime at the library soon.
“Not unless you can say the word I spell. N-O-E-E,” he challenged me.
“Hmmm…no-eeee?” I guessed.
“Nope!” he answered gleefully.
“OK, I don’t know it then. What is it?”
He told me the secret: “Curious George!”
This morning, Little Brother wanted to know:
“Mom, is coffee ice cream hot, or cold?”
Little Brother just burst through the front door, followed closely by Adventure Boy.
“I’m the first one in the house!” he yelled.
“Me too!” yelled Adventure Boy.
I’m convinced that part of the reason God put little boys into our lives is to provide comic relief.
Out in the backyard, Little Brother and Adventure Boy are standing about fifteen feet apart. Each of them wields a wiffle-ball bat, but they’re holding the bats like golf clubs and hitting a large beach ball at each other.
“What are you playing?” I asked them.
“TENNIS!”
On my agenda for the morning:
Morning Prayer
Coffee (and plenty of it)
Start focaccia bread for our dinner tonight (Cheesesteak Shish Kabobs from Taste of Home Simple and Delicious)
Put away Little Brother’s laundry
Set out Little Brother’s church clothes while TheDad gives him a bath
NOT on my agenda for the morning, but done anyway:
Pick up some stray matchbox cars in Little Brother’s room to avoid stepping on them while putting away laundry
Find a dead worm under the matchbox cars
Lay down the law to a certain 5-year-old boy–“Worms are not Inside Toys.”
Little Brother, outside, with a full super soaker…aimed at the front door. The front door with a screen to let in the fresh air–and the fresh water.
If you drive by my house right now, you will see a little boy standing on the front lawn. He is wearing fighter-jet pajamas, a size or so too big, and camo “crocs.” He’s waving goodbye to the school bus that’s picking up the neighbors’ kids, and getting ready to race the bus as far as the driveway next door, which is the limit of his “wander without an adult” range.
Little Brother loves music. He loves to dance. It’s as if he can’t even help himself. When he hears music with a good beat, he has to move.
One of his favorites is the “Cha Cha Slide.” He’s almost got the whole thing memorized. Last night at Middle Sister’s basketball game, he was in the bed of a friend’s pickup truck, leading the “Cha Cha Slide” a cappella.
I had to stop him this morning from dancing the “Cha Cha Slide” with a bowl of cereal in one hand.
This kid really makes me smile.
Little Brother had a prodigiously messy face after eating a huge spaghetti dinner tonight.
Big Brother volunteered to clean him up.
Cleanup implements were not a simple washcloth and water. Oh no! He put swim goggles on Little Brother, took him outside, and started “hosing him down” with a Super Soaker.
To Little Brother: “Do not dribble the basketball on your sister’s head.”