The new smile...
The boys went bounty hunting this morning. At a nickel a piece, the slugs were worth their weight in gold. Monte B. carefully collected, wearing plastic bags over his hands to fend off the slime. Malcolm thrashed in the brush with a shop-vac attachment and victory whoops, expecting to flush out the slugs like covey of quail. The boys were delighted to show me their oozing prey, and I was thrilled to pay up (though it nearly broke me)!
As I rummaged in my bathroom drawer to find change to pay the bill, I ran across a matchbox car. I run across them everywhere, and for those that don't have little boys in the house, here is what you are missing: a school bus found in depths of purse, race cars in mama's raincoat pockets, monster trucks in the couch cushions, and a firetruck parked behind the toilet (gross, but true).
And, of course, dear girls
MyLinh and sweet cousin, Anii