Life has been a flurry of activities lately, and pirates landed during the midst of it all. They came following a patriotic story surrounding Ft. McHenry and the birth of the Star Spangled Banner. I gave the boys a suspense filled edition of this exciting part of our national history, and their little imaginations produced some new characters - the "Pirates of America!" Their mission? To rid us of the British warships. It started with them jumping off the diner chairs (their ship) into the sea (blue bean bags). The longer they were pirates, the more their bravery grew until they were diving off the kitchen stools. Sadly the "sea" had to go after it began to spew "SOS" signals of white beans. Now the "pirates" are diving onto the carpets. (Yes, it is a little painful to watch.)
Aunt Joanna's Tuesday departure
produced a tale of woe for the boys. At the airport, Ethan began a muttering campaign of how it is not fair that she had to leave. We all enjoyed her and hope she is able to return in the future.
Like mother, like son. . .
and so continues the saga of Martha and Ethan. It all started with a treat sent by Grandma Sampson ~ brownie cutters, icing and sprinkles. We recently indulged, and Ethan helped himself to a little more indulging after the meal. I could not locate him after supper until he crawled out from under the table with icing tube in hand. :-) Oh, yes. He comes by that quite honestly. Numerous times my mother would get ready to bake only to find that cans or tubes of icing had the majority of their contents missing. I also cleaned out a whipped topping container or two. So, I could hardly be shocked at Ethan.
History has a tendency to repeat itself, correct?!