Tales from the Shark Tank

My son often remembers that there is an idiomatic phrase for an idea, but not the exact words. That doesn’t slow him down; he just makes something up on the fly. He also generally chooses to have serious conversations while we’re in the car going someplace. This morning he wanted to know how old he would have to be before I’d trust him to drive out of town by himself.

“I don’t know” I told him. “We’ll….” and he finished for me “walk that plank when we come to it.”

And then he asked why I was laughing so hard. Arrrh, matey’s I can’t imagine. Couldn’t be that he’s funny, could it?

As has been often observed in this blog, Miss Cloud is quite the clown.   She ran true to form when I decided to practice my camera skills on her.  It’s a new camera, one which my friend Rana helped me choose.  (Thanks, Rana!)  This included investigating the wrist strap even as I attempted to focus on her.

“Watcha doin’, Mommy?

My mom made a comment about not knowing what my cats looked like. So in order to remedy that, I’ll be snapping photos of them as they consent to hold still for it. Tornado posed first, so here she is.

“Now what, Mom?”