So, that usually means we bust out the trains. Now when Marissa was Maren's age, she could play with trains all the live long day, and love every minute of it. Maren would rather stick with the girlie-girl stuff, which as previoulsy indicated, Mr.
Maren: "Let's say that Lady had a baby train and they were going to go to school."
Tyeson: "OK", as he violently crashes two trains together on the drawbridge.
Maren: "And then let's say both of the parents died." (Do you ever notice how the parents are always dead in kids' stories, or um, is that just my kids? Yikes.)
Tyeson: "Hold that story. I have to go take a pee."
And he runs off to the bathroom and proceeds to accomplish this ( is Maren would indicate to me later) without even closing the door.
All gender stereotypes aside, they have a great time together. It was actually our first snow day (or should we call it ice day) here this winter. What a nice way to spend an afternoon. Someday I'll have to tell you their "china" story. Oh dear.
1 comment:
first things first, your photography keeps getting wonderfuller and more wonderfuller.
And the story of friends is too cute. You pull in such rich details and make it an irresistable little tale.
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