Double Dog Dare
It was really gorgeous out yesterday. I got a blanket, a big glass of water, and went outside with Monkey and Deflater Maus. We had a blast in the sunshine. Monkey pushed Maus in the baby swing and Maus laughed and laughed. Then Monkey laughed and laughed. Maus and I sat on the blanket and watched Monkey perform daredevil antics on the swingset. The slide was a HUGE hit with Maus. He laughed it up some more when Monkey slid down. If there is any sound better than my sons making each other laugh, I don't know what it is.

After about 45 minutes, Maus was crabby so I sat on the swing (like a porch swing for the porchless) and nursed him down. The swaying conked him out but good so I let him sleep on the swing for a while. Monkey and I played drums with his sandbox lid, a bucket, and our yard waste can. Then he told me "It's OVER. Music time is over." Next on the agenda? Bug eating. (Trivia: The Nebraska Cornhuskers used to be called The Bugeaters.) When he found one, he would eat it. No spiders, so I don't imagine it's any grosser than eating boogers. When will that stop? When? After about the third one I asked him what it tasted like. "Pudding. Corn. Crunchy. Pudding. The white kind" I would have guessed chicken, but I guess Monkey isn't down with the conventional wisdom.

Now, gentle readers, I have a confession. When my darling, firstborn, precious son presented me with a teeny tiny black beetle------- I ate it. It was indeed crunchy. I don't think it tasted like pudding. More like eating a popcorn hull. All crunch, no flavor. For my act of daring I was rewarded with "YAY! Mom!"
- posted by Anna Trueblood @ 1:33 PM 1 comments