I made a sweep through the house to pick things up.
I picked up two Star Wars action figures who were tied together with fishing line. I picked up an empty vanilla yogurt container with a quarter stuck inside of it. I picked up a pencil that had a thick wad of paper towels bound to the end of it. When I asked about THAT, the boy said, “Oh. It’s a torch. Cousin W showed me how to make them, but don’t worry because it doesn’t have lighter fluid on it.” I also picked up a disposable water bottle with a hole burned plum through the cap, thanks to the small, handheld kitchen torch we borrowed from some friends to put the grand finale on the creme brulee this week. I picked up a pile of magnets that had paperclips stuck all over them. I picked up ONE soccer cleat. No one seems to know where the other one might be. I also found a little cup filled with chunks of pears and then filled with water FROZEN IN MY FREEZER.
And then THIS is how I found the boy’s bathrobe.
Because why would we hang it up nicely, when we can tie it in knots and suspend it off of the bathroom towel bar? I tried to untie it, but I jeopardized my new manicure, so I gave that one up. The boy has a book on tying knots, and he has studied it intently. He knows how to tie a knot TO LAST.
I adore boys, people.
I love that boy from the top of his head to the tip of his tiny toes, and I know that I will miss finding VERY STRANGE THINGS around my house when he leaves for Harvard. All I can say is that families who only have LITTLE GIRLS must be terribly BORED when they clean house, as they pick up dolls and teacups. You know, NORMAL TOYS.
So glad I have two of those. They sure keep life interesting!