Not even dawn and the boys are coming and Mr. Moon is here, not going to the gym or to work but leaving to go up to Georgia to the hunting camp in a few hours and so I'll have a tag-team partner for a tiny bit of the day to help with the wild boys.
Owen and I were having a tea party yesterday and he wanted us to have tea party talk so we pretended to introduce ourselves and I asked him what his brother's name was.
"Wild Monkey Baby Gibson," he said solemnly. Gibson was dumping a wooden puzzle on the floor, all clatter and bang and then he proceeded to move all the pieces to the table, one or two pieces at a time and there were twenty-six. It was an alphabet puzzle.