Running in the rain

The boys wanted to run "laps" around the playground while there was a steady rain falling tonight. Brody had already gone around once and was dripping wet when Logan came out, desperate to join him but not wearing shorts. There was hardly anyone outside so waving aside Jacob's reluctance, I told Logan to go for it. Halfway around, on the far side of the playground, Logan encountered a man walking behind his two boys on their bikes. I saw Logan slow down and steer clear of him, then keep running. The boys came back around and Logan said "A man asked me if I was lost!" Awesome. My wet, shoe-less 5 year old in his underwear rightfully attracted concern from a passing stranger. Logan told him "I'm not lost, I'm just running laps!" and kept going. Good answer, but I'm certain the man kept watching, so to prove I'm not a negligent parent, I put a pair of shorts on Logan and he, Brody, and I ran the next couple of laps together. We wrapped up the evening shooting down the playground slides like they were water slides. 

Tada!

As Logan got ready for bed tonight, he told me it would be easy for him to get into his pajamas. Tadaaaaa! he said as he pulled down his shorts to reveal his pajama shorts underneath. Logan had gone through an entire day at school and played outside all evening wearing two pairs of shorts. 

Big Kid

As we left Winwood this afternoon, Logan suggested that when he goes to kindergarten, he'd like a new name. Ok, great idea, what would you like to be called? "Big kid", says Logan. 

A few minutes later, as Logan was telling a story from his day he started "Big Kid and Carson..." then immediately giggled because it sounded silly. "Ok, maybe I'll just be Logan."

Annoying

I was chopping coconut for Brody's class luau late last night, long after the kids were in bed, and heard a sigh come from the stairs. I called out "hello?" and nobody answered. Thinking a kid was out of bed and exploring, I went to investigate. On the landing, curled up in his "Optimus Prime transforming" pose, I found Logan, fast asleep. As I picked him up he groggily said "there is a frog outside that's annoying and I couldn't sleep because he was annoying and I was annoyed." Sure enough, there was a big bullfrog croaking outside so loudly that he could be heard throughout our house.

I think Logan had a new favorite word. 

Abraham Lincoln

At the Nats game, we see Abraham Lincoln win the presidents' race. I tell Logan, Abraham Lincoln was president long before we were born. Logan, responds with total seriousness "...and then the dinosaurs ate him?"

B is for...

Says Logan: "Hey Mama, if you wanted to spell elevator with a 'b' first, you could say 'B is for belevator'."

Yep, sure could. 

Bad kids

Between our house and the elementary school, there is a wooded reserve with a little creek that runs through it. Over the years, we've told the boys a couple of stories about that area, including that there are crocodiles living in the creek and that dinosaurs and bears live in the woods. As Brody and I walked home from school after Lego robotics club on Friday, we saw four high school boys running around in the woods, yelling to each other. One had fallen into the creek and had a very wet shoe and the others were making fun of him. Their backpacks were left laying in various places around the creek, as they'd obviously dropped them and ran to play in the woods. After watching for a few seconds, Brody turned to me and whispered "I bet they get bad grades." There's my little people pleaser and rules-follower. He knows he's not supposed go there, so if they're down there, they must be bad kids. 

After telling this story to Jacob, he explained he told Brody that kids with bad grades have to sleep in the woods. Apparently Brody took this lesson to heart. We already feed the birds at home and at the school, next we'll be feeding the bad kids who have to sleep near the creek.