The other day, Matt said to me, "What would you think about having a few people from work come over for July 4th?" I said, "I would say it sounds like fun." He said, "Good. Because I have already invited them. Expect around a dozen!"
Needless to say, I have QUITE a bit of preparing to do for upcoming guests and this will be the last time I am on the computer for the weekend, so I might as well leave with a bang. And since I don't have one of those, I will leave with the banter of a 3 year old....
(The shadows from an overhead line transformed into a railroad track that had one train plowing on through...
and then another, chugging happily along. )
We were driving in the car the other day and happened upon a turkey vulture, devouring his roadside supper greedily, seemingly ignoring the car coming closer and closer to him. FINALLY, he begins to fly away and he flies over our car, missing the windshield by inches.
Corynn says in the backseat, "That turkey vutlar was a friendly bird!"
I thought, WHY would she say a bird EATING rotten flesh would be friendly? So I asked her.
She said, "Our other turkey vutlars (I interrupt this story to assure you we do not have any pet vutltures of any kind...) just go like this (arms spread out but staying still-making a soaring motion) but this friendly one was waving to us!"
The other day we passed our mailman driving and so I waved and said "There's George, Corynn! Wave to him!" By the time she looked up he was gone. I told her we had passed him and it was too late. When we were headed home and we passed the same spot she asked, "Where is Curious?"
I said, "WHO?"
Corynn was helping me make Strawberry Jam the other day. I already had the pectin and sugar in the bowl and she was stirring it. She put the spoon (filled with powder) up to her nose and sniffed and in doing so, snuffed some powder. At once she began crying, as it was a BIG sniff, and I can't imagine powder pectin and granulated sugar would be a comfortable thing up your nose. She was crying and kept saying about it stinging. I said, "well SILLY, why would you ever think to smell that? If you sniff powder it WILL go up your nose!" She piped up in between her wails, "It wasn't ME-it was my nose! I have a VERY NAUGHTY nose!"
I was folding laundry and Corynn came in the room with a very serious scowl on her face. I made the face back at her and said, "What seems to be the problem with YOU today, Little Miss?"
To which she replied (with great wide eyed innocence): "Oh. There is nothing wrong with me. I just was taking a picture of my baby and he wouldn't smile and I said "SMILE" but he didn't so I SPANKED HIM HARD and sent him to bed. He was a VERY naughty baby not to smile when I was taking his picture!!! "
Let me assure you-while Corynn is a VERY strict disciplinarian to her poor babies, she did NOT learn the "spank for no smile" trick from me!!!