Anywho, a few weeks ago we had Jack's blue and gold boyscout dinner function thingy. It was real classy, with a buffet table of hot dogs and pizza.
Here is Jack onstage getting ready to do his bit in the skit. He's a natural in front of others.
This was pretty much Nate's expression during the ENTIRE dinner. He has decided he's not doing Boy Scouts. Ever. He even refers to it as "Bunny Scouts" (from Max and Ruby cartoons).
Jack and Maddie had fun sitting next to each other, until another family came to sit with us and then Mads had to sit on my lap. They were people. She doesn't like people.
The boys. Nate's face=nuff said.
Awww look. 2 peas in a pod. Really.
I can't tell if John was more annoyed at my photography skillz, or if he was annoyed at the whole boy scout event. In any case, that's usually the face I get when I make him pose.
As I mentioned before, we are getting ready for our trip to D.C. I have never been there, so I am excited to see some ruby slippers and the Archie Bunker chair. I hear there are Cherry blossoms this time of year, but nuts to that. I wanna see Michelle Obama's inaugural ball gown.
The boys. Nate's face=nuff said.
Awww look. 2 peas in a pod. Really.
I can't tell if John was more annoyed at my photography skillz, or if he was annoyed at the whole boy scout event. In any case, that's usually the face I get when I make him pose.
As I mentioned before, we are getting ready for our trip to D.C. I have never been there, so I am excited to see some ruby slippers and the Archie Bunker chair. I hear there are Cherry blossoms this time of year, but nuts to that. I wanna see Michelle Obama's inaugural ball gown.
We actually got lucky enough to get tickets to the White House, which I hear are damn near impossible to get. I have been reading various D.C. books to the kids, and Nate thinks he is going to meet Baruh Bamamba. When we told him we couldn't meet him, he was truly disappointed. I think he's wondering what the point of even going to his House is?
Leaving it to Nate to get into the gore of any situation, after our Lent service on Wednesday, I was reading him a book on D.C. There was a picture of the British burning the first White House during the War of 1812. The following is a recap of our rather morbid conversation.
"Mom! Are those the guys who shot and KILLED Jesus?"
"No. Jesus was not shot and killed."
"Well. How did he die then?"
"He was hung on a cross'.
"Yah, so. Then what?"
"Then nothing."
"Well Someone had to shoot and kill him. (pointing to a photo of Abe Lincoln): Maybe this guy did it".
"No Nate, That was Abraham Lincoln."
"Oh. Maybe SHE shot and killed Jesus"
"That's Clara Barton. She founded the American Red Cross. She didn't shoot and kill anybody".
"Well, what, he just hung there?"
At this point I had to give in a little. The morbid factor was not being satisfied on any level.
"Well Nate, a soldier did stick his sword in his side."
"Yeah, and then he bleeded all over".
Okay...time to shut this one down. I read the blurb next to Lincoln's photo about his assassination and got this:
"Mom! If he was shooted in the front of the face instead of the back of the head more people could have seen his blood because it would have been more everywhere."
People ask me what I let my kids watch on t.v. Rest assured we are not watching gruesome shootings and crucifixions, unless they are now showing these things on PBS and they've been imbedded into random episodes of Sponge Bob (which I hate, but it's not bloody and gory. It's just stupid humor). Rather, I think this is how boys are wired. At least my boys.
The grosser it is the better. That's a good motto for life.
I think.
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