Guess what my boys caught today! Heck, yes! A flipping MOLE. Why did these creatures make it on the ark? I'm sure there's a reason. . . aerating the soil or something. Surely not terrorizing women.
After catching said mole, the boys repeatedly ran in the house to tell me. But I was too busy finishing up this.
DearSon #2: Mom, we found a bowl outside! We found a real bowl!
(So, we eat outside a lot in the summer. I truly could not wrap my brain around the excitement.)
Me: Just two more pages, I'll be right out.
DearSon#2: But, Mom, there's a BOWL. Outside! Right now!
Me: Okay, okay, I'm almost done. Be right there.
After much back and forth banter, I put down my book to go look at this bowl.
Me: Where is it?
DearSon#3: In DearSon#4's bike.
Much pointing and jumping around the 3 year old's Big Wheels. (Ahem. Ninja Trike.)
Me: ????
Then they lift the lid. This is where yours truly nearly strokes out.
Me: Are those intestines?
DearSon #1: Of course not! (I mean, what else could be weird?) We gave him some worms.
DearSon#2 And dirt.
DearSon#3 And water.
Me: Put the lid down.
DearSon#1: Good idea. He doesn't like the sun.
Me: I'm calling your father. And grabbing dark chocolate.





































