It's Friday morning again, and time for a little mental down-load.
1. Two thirds of the boys have finished their school work for the week and are busily at work on the bunny hutch, which is finally nearing completion. (And there was much rejoicing.)
2. Wyatt however is working on a research paper on beavers. Since the main purpose of writing this report is to practice research techniques, he doesn't understand my reluctance to let him do his research on the computer. (The topic, again, is beavers...)
3. It's sunny today, which is glorious. Kerry stepped out of his office and said, "It feels like summer!" Hmmm. At 43F, I think not.
4. I made the boys tidy up the playroom. Again. How does it get into that state so quickly? Tate looked at me indignantly. "But Mom! We're going to play with those toys!" And the plastic soldiers in the living room. And the toy animals in the bedroom. And the all the Lego. And the Nerf. It's an uphill battle, I tell ya. I could probably make a lot of money if I could pass it off, not as a messy room, but as a work of modern art. Give it a title maybe. The Intersection of Chaos Theory and Fatigue.
5. Good grief. There is something I just do not understand going on in the minds of adolescent boys. Where do they get this stuff??? They can be so mature and insightful one minute, and then the next... it's like they're channeling Mae West, who said, "Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." Well, at least I'll never be bored.
6. Must finish. Tate has decided to bathe the bunny. ???? I leave you with this:
7. Grampa Grasshopper volunteers at a kids' club at his church. They recently had a costume night. Hope he didn't scare them all off.
He did think better of taking a large knife into a room full of overexcited children, and stopped by our house for a sword, which Gunnar thoughtfully wrapped in foil.
And that concludes this episode of random.