Sugar or Cake?

My whole life I have preferred sugar cones. To be offered a cake cone was disheartening at best. Don't get me wrong, not that I would turn it down or anything but a cake cone? A month or so ago I found myself in one of those cake cone or bowl situations and opted for the cone. I haven't been the same since. All of a sudden I prefer the cake cone. So easy to eat, so light and pleasantly crunchy, bows humbly next to the ice cream not trying to call attention to itself. I feel shameful for having slighted it for so long. Last night I stood in front of the cone selection at the grocer in quite the conundrum. I wanted a cake cone but of course nobody likes them so I had no choice really but to buy both. Such an extravagance.

Meet Ralph...

Friday night, it is dark. I walk into my backyard to watch a friend make a corn starch fireball and manage to walk right into a spider web! I did the freak out spider web dance but kept feeling the sticky strands clinging tenaciously to my face. Kevin told me there was no way there could have been a spider web in that spot. He retracted his statement when I showed him the webbing stuck to my glasses. Eek! The next morning I went out to survey and found the web rebuilt, a bee wrapped up in the middle of it and a large spider crawling up the web with another victim. Kevin did the honors of catching him (he also chased a rat out of our garage the other day, what a hero). We have named him Ralph. Kevin and Kedrick will set out tonight to find him a new home.

Molasses

Yep, a giant wave of molasses struck Boston in 1919. One person got it right, though they already confessed to looking it up first. A miss smarty pants in my senior ap biology class shared this. I don't remember much about biology but I've never forgotten this.

Breakfast anyone?

Any mother knows that two children playing happily together for longer than 5 minutes usually means trouble. I had some things to attend to however and decided to delude myself. I knew Kedrick had grabbed one box of cereal but somehow thought the boys were sitting nicely and eating it. Occasionaly I would shout out, "share with your brother" thinking that should keep them in order. They are smarter than I. We will be eating breakfast off the living room floor for the next week!

Another epidsode in the "Mommy, you really shouldn't turn your back on us" series...baby powder this time. By the way, I learned too much baby powder inhaled can be fatal (the kind that has talc in it). I threw mine all out since clearly I am an incompetent supervisor.

The other day Brock came up from behind and wacked Kedrick on the head with a remote. I gave him the "be nice" speech and told him to give him a kiss. He gave the remote a big smooch and went on with his play. Next time I'll have to be more specific with who "him" is.

Marriage

Headed to the temple one Sunday for a stroll around the grounds, Kedrick, who usually loves to go there, started acting up. As the temple came in sight he finally blurted out in a panic, "I don't want to get married!" It starts so young...

I guess he's gotten over his cold feet quickly though. Last week when I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up he said, "a married." Several days later I asked him what a married does. His response, "grow up."