November 08, 2004

If it's November, it's time for Turkey Feet

The Boy has hit the Land of Make-Believe running, it seems. This weekend he veered from being

  1. A cat

  2. A cowboy with a horse named Doody--yee-ha!

  3. A farmer with an unusual livestock collection (I had to be a giraffe)

  4. A king with a penchant for whacking his subjects with his "king scept," a scepter derived from a paper towel roll. All hail the Tyrant King! He was unimpressed with my cries of "Help! I'm being oppressed!"

  5. A ghost

  6. A spy

  7. Naked Boy! Scourge of the clothed!

We also traveled to a birthday party at a place called Pump It Up, wherein a bunch of three-year-olds and their parents were invited to jump, slide, climb and generally run around a room full of giant inflatable equipment for an hour and a half, followed by pizza, cake, goodie bags and balloons. Best. Time. Ever. Although I am a little stiff today from flinging myself around the obstacle course and giant slide. Seriously, whee!

Watched Van Helsing last night. Verdict: sometimes more? Not better. Still, Hugh Jackman remains my male ideal. I would watch him watching paint dry.

And finally, The Course of the Seasons, as delineated by The Boy:

Springtime is for baseball.
Football comes in the fall.
Then we have turkey feet.

So there you have it, folks. It's turkey feet time!

Posted by Big Arm Woman at November 8, 2004 08:38 AM

"Then we have turkey feet."
Gosh, won't we look funny?
(Don't groan, you KNOW you were thinking it too...)

Posted by: Sally at November 8, 2004 02:49 PM

My 3-year-old has been a knight lately. When he was using a paper towel tube as a sword, that was one thing, but when he claimed as his "lance" a brand-new, 5-foot bronze curtain rod Ann had just bought, I had to put an end to the jousting.

Posted by: Lex at November 8, 2004 07:44 PM

Some treasured memories: two bare-butt kids with the "special" capes (you take your yard of heavy but sleazy all polyester satin and baste a heavy elastic loop to one end = instant cape!) swooping through the house.

I am glad I am not the only Jackman idolater around.

Posted by: Liz Ditz at November 9, 2004 02:18 AM