The Pilgrams Are Back

Grant didn't let his distaste for kindergarten dress up days ruin his attitude when it came to the Thanksgiving Feast between the Pilgrims and Indians. After he made it clear to me that he really wanted to be an indian, he decided to accept his plight and just rock it out as the best pilgrim ever. 

Since he came home from school with this costume I've seen him wear it at least 4 times. I wonder if Pilgrims really had sword and gun fights with the likes of Boba Fett and the red Power Ranger? My studies suggest not. 

Looks like we may be turning a corner regarding school dress up! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

A Little Front Yard Football

We've lucked out with such great November weather lately that I feel bad for the brothers that have to spend their days at school. Bobby had the day off for Veteran's Day so he took to the yard with Rhett for a little football. The ultimate preparation for physical activity is the full open mouth drinkability of some vitamin water (for future reference, note this as exhibit A of why I do not, under any circumstances, share drinks with Little Buddy).

He also warmed up by throwing the ball into the air and then running from it so it didn't hit him on top of the head. We have yet to master the catching process.

Finally, the running started. All was well until the unthinkable happened.......

I think the pictures pretty much do the talking.....

After some apologizing and chin tickling Rhett decided he would be friends with his dad again. Even though, as the pixels have captured, Bobby took competition to another level and clearly pushed the child down.

Even some stiff competition can't keep this Little Buddy from lovin' on his daddy!

We Set the Bar High Here

Ahhh, my sweet second-born. Loves himself some dress up in the confines of his own home or in the company of good friends.......even had no qualms whatsoever carousing through the neighborhood in a snake-eyes costume all in the name of candy collecting. However, when it comes to school dress up of ANY kind it's a no-go. I pushed him to dress as a scarecrow and you saw the enthusiasm in those photos. I guess he didn't get the memo that kindergarten has at the very least fifteen days of random dressing up days. The most recent: What I'm Going to be When I Grow Up Day. He's already decided he's not dressing like anything tomorrow. It's our conversation about it that has me tickled........or concerned.

Me: Grant, I need to know what you're going to dress up like on Friday. What do you want to be when you grow up?

G: I don't even know.....uugghhh.

Me: Well, since forever you've wanted to be an army jet pilot. Why don't we dress up like that?

G: You can get killed doing that job. So now I don't want to be it anymore. Do firemen get killed?

Me: Yeah. Sometimes.

G: Policemen?

Me: Sometimes.

G: Well, really I just want to be a dad........

I'm thinking, "Well, that is just the sweetest thing". Then he adds:

G:....I mean just a dad. I don't want to have to get a job.

With that in mind, I'll be sending him to school tomorrow wearing a child sized wife beater with jogging pants and he'll be carrying a can covered in a koozie. I also taught him to scream "kid bring me my cigarettes!". I can almost guarantee he'll be the only kindergartener dressed up like a dead-beat dad. That's my boy!