Afternoon At Three

I spent the afternoon with Lennon and he spent most of it trying to talk me into going camping with them this weekend. Of course his parents and I have already decided that I am watching the dogs and they are going camping and kayaking with Uncle Alex. No amount of debate is going to change that, but his heart is in the right place.

He told me his dogs are “very brave, they will be just fine at home all alone.” He also wanted me to know they would put hot dogs on a stick and marshmallows too. “When you put marshmallows on a stick they are roasting and toasted.”

I asked what they do on camp outs and he said they eat and they sleep in tents and he would sleep with Mommy and Daddy so I could come too. “You need something comfy for your body in the tent, so Mommy will bring you a soft blanket.” They don’t walk much and they don’t drink anything, they just eat and sleep and he is certain that I would like it!

Then he went and blew all that hard work buttering me up when we played superheroes and I had to be the Old Bat Girl because “she doesn’t run as fast and she ate too much junk food,” (which means she got fat!) Mommy is the young Bat Girl, of course.

After that we played equal to and plus, which just means I write down addition problems and he tells me the answer to write down. For some reason he loves this and at the end he writes his own name across the side of the paper. It is, after all, a very long name. Sometimes we play, “minus-ing!”

In between it all we went to the bathroom a couple of times and that is a very precise process when you are three. His tiny boxer briefs got caught up in his long shorts every time and we had a long discussion about why that might be. He takes these things very seriously.

Perspective from the shorter set -- not such a bad thing.