I'm out doing bunny chores... MOM!!!! MOM!!!! Come quick!!! My crickets are mating!!!
So I rush to the house....only to have missed that wonderful event. The lad was full of talk about it though. :)
I went back out to finish the bunny chores and one eight year old lad accompanies. I continue cutting grass for them. MOM!!!! Come SEE!!!
My toad... yes MY TOAD. Fred. Now called Fredrika as apparently Fred is a girl. I often found this particular toad near the fence in the backyard and when I"m cutting grass in that area I keep a close look out.
The lad learned this morning he is NOT allowed to add Fredrika to his collection of toads.
BUT MOM!!!! Was his lament. I like her! My other toads will like her too!!! Can I add her to the pond when it's all finished?
No. She's MY toad and you can leave her right where she likes to be.
And not even your best friends can keep her either.
We finish chores among much chatter about "wouldn't it be nice if we could have eusocial toads?" Lots of fun speculation going on. :)
Off for breakfast where we read another chapter in Little town on the prairie. Yesterday the lad thought it funny that the older children didn't know how to behave at a party. That they were too worried about being proper. Today was just a fun read with the boys pulling the girls on the hand sled. The chapter finished with Laura being worried about getting good grades so she could become a teacher so Mary could stay in School.
"But mom? Why would she worry about that? Couldn't her dad keep Mary in school? Why does Laura have to do that?".
It's just another lesson in how families help each other you know?
And momma Robin was hollering back "YOU DASTARDLY FIEND! LEAVE GO MY BABY!!!!!!"
The Lad discovered the meaning of apostrophes and what the "O" in O'clock means. He was impressed by neither. What can I say?
For lunch I said "let's do something new" So I stuck some cheese inbetween two wraps.
The lad was ever so hesitant to try it but then said "oh. that's good mom. Next time can we try it with real cheese?". WOOT WOOT! My lad likes 'em. Dad comes in and says "OH.. you made quesadeahs" (spelling???) did you like them? Did you know they come from Mexico? Good things to teach a child right? :)