We took the boys to their first art show.  My SIL’s boyfriend and some other local artists had a show that had some large wooden and metal pieces.  The kind of art that kids like to climb on.  They asked us to come and bring Monkey and Maus.  So we did.

There was an enormous wooden dragon at the entrance, with gauze wings.  And his chest was on hinges so you could open him up.  The artist informed me that you could fit a keg in the cavity.  So, if you want a $5000 keg fridge that doesn’t chill I can email you the address.  It was a pretty amazing piece.  The same artist also made a lion, a hammerhead shark, and a komodo dragon.  Maus stood in front of them and clapped.  Then he walked around the gallery and looked at all the other pieces.

Monkey was more interested in the popcorn machine and the fact that he could get adults to give him real coke, not sprite which we cruelly call “clear coke”.   At one point, we were looking at a metal piece and he said “What is it?”  I told him it was a sculpture. 

“What does it do?” 

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“You look at it.”

He shrugged and walked away.  De gustibus, Monkey. 

Sunday I got Maus his first pair of shoes.  Stride Rites.  He has my feet and needed a 4 ½ Extra Wide.  So it has to be the $42 stride rites that he will outgrow in like a month.  Plus, they only have 2 styles in extra wide—brown Velcro strap ones that look like Special Ed shoes and The White Baby Boots. The baby boots have blue dinosaurs embroidered on the back of the heel.  We got the baby boots.  At first he was cool with them and kept walking around looking at his feet.  Then we had dramatic falling followed by baby face of anguish.  Then we had sitting and pulling at shoes while screeching.

This morning, I got to work and opened my purse and what should I see?  Tiny white clodhoppers.  I keep pulling them out and admiring the clunky cuteness