Before the next Playdate is upon us, I will catch-up to the last one, on Bean's 10th birthday. I don't know how in the world he could be ten. It is so neat to get to watch the process again with the littlest boys, but Bean, he keeps moving on.
Lighting a fire with matches is old news, but can he do it with a magnifying glass?
Not bad for his first try. He got smoke, but no fire. We agreed that he would could have gotten there if he cared to sit there not moving for awhile longer, but alas, there were cousins calling his name.
You can see the burned lint, which he saved.
Um, excuse me, but can I have a bite of that hotdog? Marshmallow? Nothing?
Happy birthday my handsome, creative, bright, grand boy. Still my delight.
Here we are photo bombing Ol' Henry and Gideon's picture- crazy kids.