“What is going on with your pants, Pierce?”
“I have a rock in my pocket.”
Okay… Fine? We finished our shopping trip. We headed through the parking lot, but as soon as I required his hand be in mine, it became obvious something bigger was going on. I told him to take his rock out, so that his pants would stay up. He pulled out one, then another, and another…
Rock? Rocks. Definitely plural.
Ellie fell asleep face down in the couch today. That’s one way to nap, I guess.
I dreamed a bear was after me. Right as I was doomed, my dear husband made an appropriately awful noise in his sleep. I woke up feeling I’d been grabbed, the noise played into my dream, and I lay there with an adrenalin rush. I was just drifting off when Charlie grabbed me… again.
“Momma. Momma, I’m scared.” Ha! Me too! I asked her what she dreamed about. “There was this bear…” That’s just eery… That was, however, where her dream’s similarities ended. Turns out, a picture she drew of a friend’s dog was eaten by Maisie in her dream. It was enough to have her up and freaked out. Must’ve been some picture.
Charlotte Moore says
That is too funny you both dreamed of a bear. Rocks in the pockets a good name for a game I suppose. HA!! As long as Miss Ellie sleeps doesn’t matter how, right? Ha!
True enough! That girl keeps me on my toes. I always breathe easier when she falls asleep for a bit!
Kirsten Pankratz says
Hahaha, craziness……at least Pierce is grinning! I’m pretty sure if I made one of my kids empty their pocket of precious stones out onto the parking lot, they would not be grinning about obeying me. How do you manage that? I feel like pulling my hair out today at the resistance I’m getting over school from a certain son-errr! I once told you they sort of grow out of fits. I am eating my words today. 🙁
Pierce has definitely improved in the fits realm, but he still throws his share. He didn’t bat an eye at emptying his pockets though. I think he was fed up with them too by that point!
Droopy drawers. Ha ha.
Perhaps Pierce is preparing to be a self employed gravel trucker.
Perhaps, dad. He does love rocks. He asked for them for his birthday. Hauling them and getting paid for it would suit him!