Clive was rewarded a treat for good behavior today. (To protect his dignity, I won’t say what it was for.) Because it was a favorite treat, Ephraim joined in, too. Thankfully Clive is of the age where treat sharing is of a “the more, the merrier” mindset, and not jealousy for the fact his special treat is being enjoyed by someone else. He was so excited, and even more ecstatic that Ephraim would be able to partake.
Interesting tid-bit: the boys call popsicles “stick-in-the-holes”, because there is a hole at the bottom of the popsicle where the stick goes in. It has, like “chicken milk” (eggnog), become the vernacular in our home.
See that little bandage on his forehead? That’s from where he ran headlong in the corner of the kitchen bar and split his head open. Thankfully it was a clean tear (very clean, apparently, since the nurse kept commenting on that) and they were able to glue rather than stitch it shut.
Here, Ephraim was asking me about what spiders say to flies, and vice versa. It’s time to read him that poem.