Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Boys of Fall. And no, not Kenny Chesney's boys... my boys.
Lightning's morning ritual includes going straight to the back patio and relieving himself in the grass. Like a dog. Gross, but true. I say props to him for conserving water. Yesterday, the cool air caught Lightning by surprise. He squealed through the window, "Thunder! Come pee out here! It's COLD!!"
I can't say it enough... The boy's not right in the head. None of them are. I blame Bert's genealogy.
The cooler temps (we're talking low 90's instead of 100's) have helped us all with our attitudes, as we've enjoyed playing outside much of the day.
Bring on the cinnamon broom sticks and scarecrows!