This morning Carter got up on the wrong side of the bed (for the life of me I can’t figure out how he continues to do this for when we combined the boys’ beds into bunk beds we made sure to push the “wrong side” of their beds up against the wall). Anyway there was a grump in the house.
me: (After listening to the boys whine about having nothing to play with for what seemed like hours but what was in all likelihood a couple minutes.) Why don’t you go play in your playroom? I just recently unearthed some toys you guys haven’t seen in a while. They are in the basket just inside the playroom door.
Cody heads down the hallway and returns with a toy that is a cross between a dragon and a wagon and starts playing with it. Carter disappears down the hall but returns empty-handed a couple seconds later. He has a big pout on his face.
carter: Where momma, where? I don’t see even a single toy under the ground. Where are the toys you dug out from under the earth?
Poor kid, he was disappointed but he rather made my morning. Now I am thinking of a garden where all the root vegetables are really toys, waiting to be dug up and enjoyed. What a lovely thought!