Creed found a paper skeleton body with a photo of Charlotte for the face that she’d made for science. She overheard him talking to himself.
“This is Creed. This is not Charlotte. Tell me why I’m wrong.”
Even more than I want to know what on earth was going through his head, I want to know what conversation he heard that sparked that phrase to begin with. I have so many questions and no one is giving me answers.
Kids from big families group together, let me tell you. They know I’ll never find out unless someone knows and snitches.
Lately the two little boys band together. “Come on, Lach, let’s…” is a common phrase. Lachlan follows along until he’s had enough – and then he’s adamantly his own person. It’s a pretty fun dynamic to watch. I’ve never had boys so close in age. The messes they make are impressive. Lachlan has taken a strong liking to the tractors belonging to Creed, particularly a 4” John Deere fertilizer spreader. Creed will hand it over without question when Lach asks. No one else gets such special treatment! Lach rules this roost, among the kids at least!
Creed got a hammock for his birthday from a couple of his sisters. He’s slept out in the trees with his siblings almost every night since. This morning I was greeted with a “Creed cut the hammock with a pair of pliers.” I’m still confused on the details, but he quickly informed me that I just need to sew it. Pronto. Because he needed it for tonight. His brand new hammock is going to have to sport a nice patch.
We can’t have nice things. He slept in his bed for the night. I’m inclined to let him be without for a day or three before I bail him out. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll learn to leave things alone that aren’t his.
I’m not holding my breath. He’s heard that a time or fifty.