Yesterday I overheard McKenzie calling William ‘Briar.’ Intrigued I finally asked her why she was calling him by a different name.
(Mac) Well Mom, he’s a brat and a liar and that equals Briar so that’s what I’m going to call him from now on.
I’m one of those people that have a pile of silverware in the kitchen drawer. Mostly it consists of mismatched sets but everything is organized with all of the forks, spoons and knives in their proper compartments.
This morning after breakfast Will claimed he was still hungry. My children are trained to scrape their plates and to place their dishes in the sink when they are finished. William’s plate was in the sink.
I had my doubts about him finishing his breakfast as he was given two waffles and three sausages which is a lot of food for him. I went to look in the trash for ‘evidence’ and found his fork at the bottom of the trash bag. When interrogated he claimed he accidently dropped it in when scraping his plate - - (Ha, ha caught! What was there to scrape if he finished it all?!)
He said he couldn’t reach the fork after it fell in and he forgot to tell me. I was thankful I saved the fork but it got me thinking.
I went to the silverware drawer and counted; I am missing 11 forks and 6 spoons! I think Briar – I mean Will, shall be sentenced to using only plastic silverware for the rest of his childhood!
Yesterday when I whistled Charlie (our dog) wouldn’t come in and I couldn’t see what he was dong out in the yard. I told Mac to go see what he was up to. She called to him and he appeared in front of her with a tiny, gray, baby bunny hanging out of his mouth. She screamed in horror and I came running.
Before I could reach him he chewed twice and then swallowed it whole. Mac was devastated. How could her sweet dog do something so cruel?! Charlie then sat between us looking up and wagging his tail as though nothing had happened. Mac was still covering her eyes.
(Me) Do you smell that?
(Mac) (concerned) I don’t smell anything Mom, what is it?
(Me) Bunny breath!
(Mac) Mom! That’s not even funny!!
I can’t image what kind of creatures he will catch, kill and eat in Kentucky. I better buy Mac a blindfold.