Today I was looking for Preston and Trevyn because I knew they hadn't finished their jobs and were most likely doing something they weren't suppose to. I found them outside on the sidewalk throwing something into the air and then watching it drop to the ground. Preston was getting rather upset. Trevyn kept telling whatever was in their hand to fly. My response, "What in the world are you doing?" They replied matter of factly "Trying to get this stupid ladybug to fly!"
Time for mom to solve the problem so two little boys can get back to work. I took the ladybug in my hand to examine it. It was quite dead. I informed the boys of the current state of the poor little ladybug. Preston replied that I was wrong "its not dead mom it's just scared." Yeah, scared to death. The Monte Python Dead Parrot sketch came to mind.
He continued to explain that it just needed to live on the roses and eat aphids. It would then take the aphid food home to its babies so they all could live. They would then come back and eat more aphids to protect our roses and thank us for the food. Preston has a wonderful imagination.
I skillfully distracted them and tossed the ladybug into the rosebush. They were very happy their plan worked and I was able to get them back inside to finish their jobs.
And we all lived happily ever after...until they found the ants.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Howdy Pilgrim
I mentioned before how I am reminded that I am not living in a metropolis. Further evidence on this matter was again presented when Justin was looking out the window of the restaurant and noticed a bit of a traffic jam, which is cause to stop and stare because such novelties rarely occur in Burley. The cause of said traffic jam was a wagon train! This was no little train either. It consisted of not one, not two, not three but four covered wagons and a buggy. No, we do not have any Amish in the area. We just live in the sticks. Tractors, bulls, tumbleweeds why not wagons?
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