**The gardener part of me is having a great day.
I thinned the carrots and the beets. Weeded several rows. Picked and cleaned veggies.
**The mom part of me is having a rotten day.
Oh the drama!
Oh the nonsense.
And it's not even Missy, though she's played the part in a shenanigan or two... I expect it from her.
It's all because he didn't "feel" like using the facilities and I asked him to go shower and get changed because I don't really like wet seven year olds sitting on the furniture or even on the carpet. You know, inflexible, tyrannical mother that I am...
Thankfully, after Steve's 80 hour week last week, he was given mandatory low census this morning so he was around to help for some of the silliness.
But here's something interesting:
Yesterday we were walking with friends out by a cool rushing river. James was holding the man's hand and they were discussing birds. "Mr. Tom, do you know what bird makes this sound {insert very realistic, very clear bird call}?
"Yes, James, but can you tell me the name of the bird that makes that sound?
"It's a mourning dove!"
"Well, you are right about that!!"
Their conversation continued... while Vanessa and I were left in the dust gaping at each other.
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