It's that time of year again. The busy time for our business.
And I seem to notice it most on Friday nights.
I miss my husband. I get a little bored.
We eat pancakes for dinner.
Zachary and Lily played with a roly poly all afternoon.
They laughed hysterically when it crawled up and down their arms.
They made him a home inside of a shoebox filled with grass and sticks.
They begged me to let it be their pet.
They talked about who would get to sleep with it.
And of course they named him.
And finally, I heard,
"Why doesn't he move anymore?" (Lily)
"I think he's just sleeping." (Zach)
So I suggested they leave him outside and let him find his family.
Reluctantly they found a spot on our porch and came in for dinner.
Before bedtime they wanted to check on him.
"MOM...Mortimer is STILL THERE!!"
They were shocked and so excited their friend decided to stick around.
I don't have the heart to tell them.