Thursday, April 9, 2015

Ketchup #2--Hyrum

Hyrum's been busy, too. Can you find him in this sea of 2nd grade bugs?
He's the grey one in the front row.
Second grade presented "Goin' Buggy," and Hyrum was the cricket narrator. See his cool hoppy legs?
I tried to get him to spike his hair up into two antennae (or make a pair out of pipe cleaners), but his inner Calvin couldn't be coaxed out that day.
 Weird, because most days he comes out of the bathroom with some iteration of Calvin hair and has to be forced back to create an acceptable style.
Rum wasn't the only bug in the family. I played the piano. I have to say that it was some of the hardest stuff I've ever played for a school play. I was classically trained and never taught how to syncopate--all of this stuff was jazz, boogie, and blues. Never thought I'd have to practice for hours for a 2nd grade play.
The kids loved my bee antennae. I, however, was distracted as they'd bounce when I'd get to a really jazzy part.

Two of his best buddies after the show. 
Later that day, he and his friend G were begging for something to do, and on the top of their list was a lemonade stand.

I hate lemonade stands.

Not when other people's kids do them. I always stop and buy a cup of warm Country Time and hope that my $1 makes them happy and gets them closer to whatever they're working toward.

What I hate is the sticky mess that becomes my kitchen, my floor, my entryway, my front porch, and my sidewalk. Maybe I need to have a better attitude about this entrepreneurial enterprises. Or maybe, they need to sell something I can get behind--
--chocolate chip cookies! That I can do. I let the boys help measure and mix and scoop. They took out a tray, made a sign, and set up shop on the corner.

This is how boys sell cookies--one in the swing and one with the sign.

Their attention span lasted less than an hour, but I think it was a wise investment of their time.
They each made $4. A little better than lemonade.

He hasn't been all play, that boy. He does (reluctantly) do his chores around here. He was required to empty the dishwasher before school one day, and instead of merely putting the cups in the cupboard, he had to make a pretty impressive tower. The goal was taller than himself. He almost made it!
Eve helped him count them, and she was duly impressed at how they towered over her.
Cups in the cupboard, hair done, teeth brushed, faces washed, and they headed out the door to school.
Unloading the dishwasher is one of the most dreaded chores around here. Why is that?

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