oh, and i forgot: last night: ~2.5 mi walk with my boy while my daughter was at swim, gravel flat trails, sandals, interesting conversation.
on the way out: After my son found his ideal walking stick, he gave me a very short one, so we decided it was a magic wand instead, after which we took turns magically transforming each other into various animals and associated bizarre animal hybrids (dragon fly/goat stands out). At one point my son magically transformed me into a "whiny girl," which he later regretted, since it stuck, and because it's the part I was born to play, baby.
on the way back:
my son: I want to be a bird, mom.
me: why?
my son: so I can poop on people's heads while I fly. (no, being able to fly was not mentioned: this seemed to be the only goal of joining the avians).
also, we discussed the merits of drinking one's own urine in the event of imminent death from dehydration in the desert, but how poop is not ok to eat.
on the way out: After my son found his ideal walking stick, he gave me a very short one, so we decided it was a magic wand instead, after which we took turns magically transforming each other into various animals and associated bizarre animal hybrids (dragon fly/goat stands out). At one point my son magically transformed me into a "whiny girl," which he later regretted, since it stuck, and because it's the part I was born to play, baby.
on the way back:
my son: I want to be a bird, mom.
me: why?
my son: so I can poop on people's heads while I fly. (no, being able to fly was not mentioned: this seemed to be the only goal of joining the avians).
also, we discussed the merits of drinking one's own urine in the event of imminent death from dehydration in the desert, but how poop is not ok to eat.