A Fork in the Road, A Puppy Truck & An Aunt Bed

Since it was coolish and rainy this morning I told the boys we'd go for a rainy day nature stroll.

I love how Truett hooks his arm through Oliver's:The first two items that got a lot of talk-time in the stroller were not the sorts of things I expected to find on our nature walk:

1. A fork. In the road. Literally. Not a plastic fork. A real, flattened fork. We were amused.
2. A "puppy truck". I'm not sure why a lawn care company has a picture of an adorable puppy plastered all over their trucks, but my boys were so excited. Truett said, "Dog, dog, dog, dog, DOG??" Oliver said, "Dat's a puppy truck! We can get da puppy for our house at dat truck!"
Oliver asked the driver if he had any puppies for us. He laughed and said, "We're all out of puppies today, boys. Check back tomorrow."

We did see a big ant bed. That's some nature. Oliver said, "dose are fire ants, we should call a fire truck to get dem." After thinking for a bit he looked puzzled and asked, "Dey are ants like Melissa and Jordan?"

Oh, our confusing language. Ants are different than aunts. Fire ants aren't really on fire.

When we got back to the house and were putting the stroller away, Oliver asked, "Why you don't take us for rides on da bicycle only Dadoo does?" I said, "Well, I haven't ridden a bike in...ummmm....I can't remember when. But I can try. Why don't you guys stand right here and let me try it out first before I put you in the trailer?"

So I did. I didn't fall or anything but it wasn't very graceful. I probably need a little more practice before loading up our precious cargo.

I pulled into the driveway and Oliver very matter-of-factly said, "We just will wait and ride da bike wit Dadoo, kay?"

He's a smart kid, I tell ya.

Chrys