To top our evening off, we trudged home exhausted. I still had to make up a dinner with random ingredients in our fridge. While musing about how nice it would be to go to IHOP instead of eating my future concoction we happened upon a box in our path. It was about three feet long and four inches X four inches. It had burst open and strings of white and brown beads of curious workmanship were hanging out of one of the ends. Atticus is a curious boy and he's not afraid of trash. He must get it from me. Good thing Jonathan wasn't around cuz if he was we wouldn't be stopping even to look. After an assessment of a few things:
a. how far are we from the apartment?
b. is it worth it?
c. is it too disgusting?
I gave the boys the O.K. Atticus and Shermy were happy to oblige. More like eager and excited! They looked like little pack mules carrying this awkward box down the dark street after me. Upon entering our apartment door the kids jumped on the find like stray cats to flung fish guts. Atticus ripped up the box throwing pieces of cardboard everywhere while Shermy tried to help. Once the box was open and all the strings of beads were free, Cinci plopped himself on top of them and started swimming in them. The beads were new, unused, and it is a mystery to me why they were sitting on the sidewalk. I hope no one was coming back for them, because I can tell them right now "They're gone! Not there anymore!"
That was last night. Tonight I ventured to hang them somewhere in the house. Somewhere where I could supervise them with more frequency.. I decided that the kitchen doorway would have to do. I spend most of my time there anyway.
Judge me if you want to. I don't care. Let there be collisions! Let there be chaos! I just can't resist those giggles!