After "quiet time" today, the boys and I sat in the living room talking about the rest of our day and what we should do with it. Ben suggested we go to the park and Mitchell quickly agreed that that was a good idea. Just walking to the park wasn't quite enough for him though. He said to me, "Maybe we could take a Corvette there?" I asked him where we were going to find a Corvette and he said, "We could look in someone's garage and find one!" I'm not sure where the idea of a Corvette came from, but when we did finally get outside and Ben was getting on his bike, Mitchell was just standing there. I asked him why he wasn't getting on his bike, and he said, "I thought we were going to take a Corvette!" He really thought we were going to go snooping into garages until we found this car, then we were going to somehow get in and drive it to the park. Where does he get these ideas?
Just a few pics of yet another day spent at home without any friends because we are sick. Feel like we have the plague or something.
Speaking of the plague, I was just talking to a friend about the name of the sickness the boys have - Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. We agreed that it sounds like either some crazy plague from Biblical times, or some disease livestock get, rather than a rash in the throat. Seriously, can't we rename this "disease?" At least not call it a "disease?"
