Clayton's Big Day

Clayton had a big day yesterday. It was his first day to *really* stay home while I went in for a staff meeting, etc, and was gone for several hours.

He decided he wanted to ride his bike to some friends' house that were moving, to see if they needed any help loading the truck.

Phone call number 1: "Mom, can you please call them and make sure that they aren't done already?" I didn't. I told him he could use the exercise anyway and could at least say goodbye.

When he came back up our driveway, a doe ran across. No big deal. He kind of stopped and waited, because usually deer come in groups. They are rarely alone. ...and he was right, her gentlemen friend approached the driveway and apparently intimidated by the bicycle, locked his horns in the spokes of Clayton's back tire, flipped his bike up and threw Clayton to the ground. Clayton scraped his hands a bit, but took of running as fast as he could, not knowing if the buck would come after him.

Phone call number 2: "Mom!!"

Then apparently, he decided the way to ease his sorrows was to make fudge.

Phone call number 3: "Where is the marshmallow fluff stuff?" "Whyyy?" "I'm making fudge?" "Whyyyy?" "I just want to." "I don't have chocolate chips." "You have baking chocolate." "O.K. Hon, I'm in my meeting now, so try to not call again for about an hour unless it is an emergency. O.K?"

Seriously, you'd think I was talking to a woman.

The fudge ran into a few complications. When I got home, he was worried because it wasn't setting. "I had to make a lot of substitutions because you really didn't have all the stuff." "Like what?" "Butter." "Butter? ....what did you use instead?" "Oil."

Nice. A whole pan of fudge goo made with oil. What do you do with that exactly?

Later in the evening, he was being a tease. Go figure. This is what my boys do all day long. Who can out tease everyone else?

So, he stole Ian's frog and threw it in the field. Now the field is full of stickers. I don't know what they are really called. Bill calls them velcro seeds. I grew up calling them beggar's lice - as in "You so po', you can't e'en affode real lice!" You know...those little rain drop shaped stickers that stick to everything.

Bill commanded Clayton to find the stolen frog. Clayton bent down in the field and promptly coated the entire top of his curly blond head in beggar's lice. After we all stopped laughing...no wait..we're still laughing...but we did help him get them out.