Last weekend we visited friends on the west side. So the Hunky Hubby asked the boys to pack their three small suitcases before we took them to the bus Friday morning. This is what Sweet Boy#3 packed (he is 6) 3 pairs of jammy pants, 2 pairs of socks, 4 stuffed animals, a blanket, a tin of army men, 3 books, a pillow, and a flashlight. As he ran out with his suitcase I asked him–“Did you pack underwear?” He replied in the negative. “Did you pack play pants?” No he didn’t. “Did you pack any long sleeved shirts?” Nope. “Did you pack any short-sleeved shirts.” He forgot. But at least his suitcase was full. What is important to a six-year-old boy? Comfort and fun!
Our jack-o-lanterns were getting old and so I saw the boys run out to jump on them. Sweet Boy#2 did not want his smashed and so he rushed to save it. He did. But the other boys were jumping on their pumpkins and then Sweet Boy#1 was stabbing his wildly with an old broken off fishing pole and accidentally cut Sweet Boy#2 on the face right under the eye. Sweet Boy#2 promptly charged him, chasing him around the lawn in a rage, losing his glasses. Once the wounds were mended and apologies said we had to find the glasses. They were nowhere! Finally, I gave up and told the boys to pick up all the pumpkin pieces and throw them into the woods. Sweet Boy#3 went to a large chunk of pumpkin that was already part way in the woods. I told him he didn’t need to move it. But he is an enthusiastic worker and picked it up anyway. Lo and behold there were the glasses, underneath that big piece of pumpkin. The moral of this story: Leave no pumpkin unturned…and perhaps send that broken fishing pole back home with your nephew when he brings it to your house to play.