Yesterday we went outside to play and ended up shoveling/sweeping our driveway.
When we got done, we still had more outside-play energy, so we went across the street and did Mr. and Mrs. Smith's. Eh. It was just more fun, playing in the snow. And doing the sidewalks, and Mr. Smith's walk from his house to the mailbox, along with the driveway. It was fun.
Then we went in and had hot chocolate. The boys LOVED their hot chocolate.
This morning, Mr. Smith showed up with a present:
They're a bit larger than this, multicolored with shorter "hairs", one for each boy, as a thank-you. Really, it was entirely self-serving, as we got to play outside. But the boys were thrilled with the new squishy balls.
And then it happened. Linda. Perhaps you will find this familiar.
"Thomas is driving through the wiley hair!"
Now where did he hear THAT, Linda? (Hint to the rest of you -- when we were at Linda's on Saturday.)
Now the squishy balls are wiley hair -- and hair, much to Grandpa Larry's approval I'm sure, is pronounced with two syllables.
I may get tired of it, but for now, it's funny.