Sam spent most of the morning outside setting up a trap to catch bad guys. He was just talking to himself and making hand gestures and arguing with someone. It was hilarious. I just stood at the window watching him. Several of our senior citizen neighbors passed by in the cars more than once and just waved and smiled at him. He's a mess.
As I type, Daddy Pinkie is on top of TGTHEB '07 with the boys putting up the rail and finishing the wall supports. It's dark and looks like rain, so the construction efforts today may be short lived. Sophy is in her room "crab sitting." It's a wonder she hasn't tried to dress the crabs up and brush their teeth. She's really into taking care of them and letting them "exercise" on the floor. I have a feeling I may find a shriveled up crab somewhere in the future, but I hope not. She's taking very good care of them, so maybe they'll make it for a while before they turn their toes up.
I had hoped to take the kids to the library today, but I wish you could've seen Sam's face when I said, "Hey. Why don't we go to the library today?" After all, it is supposed to storm today. But no, Sam looked at me as if I had suggested he go in for a tonsillectomy or some such procedure. He was aghast. I guess we won't go to the library today...or this week for that matter.
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