My eight year old nephew is spending the weekend with us. We had grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken noodle soup, his favorites, for dinner. Followed by a movie, The Waterhorse, and popcorn, then computer time where he showed me cosmic monkeys shooting something. It seems boys are always shooting something, somehow. Then he downed three bowls of fruit loops and now I can hear racing on the tv in the other room.
Tomorrow we are going on a photo scavenger hunt that I designed. He has a list of things to find and take pictures of, but first he must figure out what they are, where they might best be found and what he must do to orchestrate the photo. Things like a four legged animal that is not domesticated, (he'll have to figure out what domesticated means.) Or things like a red bird, grandma on a bridge, animal in the water and boy in a mirror. We will be his wheels and take a picnic lunch along.
Later on we'll go look for the white deer at a nearby park and of course the obligatory stop at a MacDonalds with a playground that he and his grandmother always make part of their visit.
Sunday I'm making cinnamon rolls for breakfast before we take him home.
This is the next generation coming up and I am intrigued.
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