Laughs and Rants from My Inner Child

“Why did my daddy have to go to work? I miss him.”

Yesterday was fantastic. Becky, Adam, and Sophia got here and brought something I haven’t had in years! The fixings for s’mores! Just roasting those marshmallows and the flavor of them was so nostalgic. Equally nostalgic was how I immediately could turn my marshmallow into the Olympic torch! (By the way, I could have sworn it was spelled marshmellow!)

I did a bunch of things I haven’t done in a long time: played at a playground, running up the slide and hanging from the rings; running along side of a tricycle. Because of that trike, we did a lot of walking as Sophia explored the campground. We went to the small store here and visited Bruno, the campground’s minipin with his tiny spiked collar. When John got here, we grilled dinner and talked for a little more until they went home. Sophia thought John was wonderful with the way he used his marshmallow stick as a magic wand. Little did she know he was trying to use it to get her to quiet down. She’d call out, “Do more magic!” and he’d wave around the stick saying, “You will sleep for 5 hours! Now!”

It didn’t work. But she told her parents later that it was her favorite part of the day.

Becky hugs the hugging dog. Morgan hung out with her and Adam quite a bit, prompting them to tell me not to be surprised if Morgan was missing later. I told them to get in line. Lots of people want Morgan to come live with them!

I have great friends.  Becky called on their way down to say they were stopping at the store for s’mores stuff and did I need anything.  I said, “A bra.”  Without blinking, she said, “What size?”

Sophia is the little girl who said she’d give up all the money in her piggy bank so I could go to Disney with her. Because of all the things she wanted, me being with her is what she wanted most.  So Uncle John magic might be the best thing in the day, but Auntie Erin in Disney trumps all!  Not that I’m competitive or anything.

You mean they replaced all the metal that could break and rust and gauge your eyes out with safety plastic?  Why would they ever do that?!

They had these new kind of bubbles that let you “catch” them, so to speak.  Ignore the dirt on my hands.  I just got back from the playground where I helped to make a sandcastle.  And Elphie played Godzilla with it, taking it down.  The kids loved that so much, they did it 5 more times with her.

Morgan relaxing on John’s subtle tribute to the American flag mat.

Wanna make your neighbors blink and reach for their cellphones to dial 911?  Put a child in the fire ring.  (Honest, officer!  She climbed in it!  She likes it!)

“Unca John needs help walkin’ Morgan!”

“All this relaxing makes us tired!” You can’t see them, but the dogs got too nosey around the s’mores and have little marshmallow spikes in their fur.

Elphie, John, our camper, and more of John’s subtle tribute to the American flag!  He did it all to “counterbalance all the rebel flags around us!” Even Adam, who is from Texas, said, “That’s a lot of stars and bars!”

All this quality time with his wife makes John go…

The dogs were so beat, they slept through the night!  YAY!!

Today, we’re going to Smithville to walk around, get lunch, and Elphie a harness.  Plus, more relaxing!