The four-year-old, speaking of a creek we found: “I want to talk to the water privately.
I told him I was going to stay here, but he could whisper to it. So he is.
Me: “What did you tell it?”
Four: “A secret!”
The four-year-old: “Let’s pretend this is a spaceship and we need to find a gem that’s lost in space.”
The ten-year-old bought a baby praying mantis for 50 cents, and we found aphids to feed it on the walk home from school.
I’m looking forward to not spending hours every day moving stuff from my mom’s old house to her new house. I think that’ll be really great.
Ahem, um, I mean, space log: my crew has almost shut down the old starbase; there should be only one shuttle load of materials left.