It’s going to be a long week
by HML
Sunday night The Gimlet and Thing One were packing for scout camp. Thing Two found his mini sleeping bag and a hat, added them to the pile of gear, and announced, “Thing Two can go to scout camp, too!”
Oh, dear.
So the mini tent and sleeping bag have been assembled in the family room for “Mommy and Thing Two camp” and I’m trying to think of some fun activities for the week.
Later Monday evening we were watching the dinnertime rush around the bird feeders at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. The goldfinches and the chickadees constantly compete for the feeder perches, with the occasional hummingbird entering the fray. The birds were swooping and diving in every direction, and finally one little chickadee hit the window. The acrobatics didn’t even slow down so it must not have been hurt (and it didn’t sound like it hit that hard), but Thing Two composed the following story in honor of the occasion:
The Crying Chickadee, by Thing Two
The chickadee flew into the window. He was sad. He was crying. The chickadee’s mommy gave him a hug.
(Repeat several times until bed time.)
It’s not quite Gilbert and Sullivan, but still quite affecting under the circumstances. But more significant is that Thing Two may have found an artistic outlet for his disappointment over scout camp.
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