Keegan came home from school the other day with a large piece of paper, poster board size, in his backpack. When unfolded, there were the answers to a series of questions a classmate had asked as part of an interview. In large orange letters: "My favourite subject is art. My favourite animals are dogs. My favourite planet is (you know what I am going to write, don't you?) Uranus." Even several days later, it still makes me giggle proving that one is never too old for a good Uranus joke, if such a thing exists. I actually have to take the blame for this one since I was the person who decided, over the summer, that they boys were ready to learn the subtle humour behind the word "Uranus." I was right. They were ready but I misjudged their ability to filter the humour in public. Ooops.
A couple of days ago, I had to quickly explain to Quinn the inappropriateness of taking a picture of one's penis. I'm not sure that they quite got it as he and Keegan crept upstairs a few minutes later with giggles and whispers.
On this dreary, wet fall day, I had the urge to look back at some summer photos.