Last night Lily and Henry were talking about something while I was making dinner and Henry commented about something being in his belly already. Then Lil piped up and said, 'well, actually it's not in your belly yet, it's still going down your bizopolis.' (Her attempt at esophagus). Funny, funny girl.
A few days ago Henry came home from some place with a headful of fantasies about his future life as a rancher. He monologued through the entire dinner hour about every detail of his ranch life -- a 100 acre ranch in either Oregon or Montana, a man-cave in the guest house FULL of taxidermied animals, and lots of kids to do all the yard work so he wouldn't have to worry about it. (We told him that's our plan too..."yea, I know! he said "And I'm getting tired of all the yard work, so I'm going to make my kids do it when I get older."
And to prepare for his future ranch life he thought it would be a good idea for us to get a dog (of course!), some chickens (so he could practice taking care of them and getting eggs) and some goats for him to rope. Yeehaw.
These kids. Heads full of magical, wonderful, crazy, big dreams. We love to hear all about them.