Hope It Doesn't Lead To Doing Hard Candy

Logan and Liam have a project going on at school that involves decorating their classroom doors with "things we'd rather be doing instead of drugs". Basically, any fun activity becomes some sort of art decoration on their door. Perhaps it involves a contest, I'm not sure.

Last night during dinner Liam asked for a Sprite, which was denied since he'd just had a root beer recently. The kids guzzling soda at every meal is not something we want to become a habit. Naturally, this was met with a lot of whining.

Liam: "But MOOOOOOM! I need something with sugar in it!"

Jill: "No you don't."

Liam: "Yeah! It's on our door! We need sugar instead of drugs to make us crazy!"

Well, This Backfired a Bit

Logan is a big fan of the recently popularized Nickelodeon-spawned boy-band Big Time Rush. Jill and I, in an obviously ill-advised bout of parental generosity, bought him their new album. Which he has been playing constantly. Which means I am now sitting at work with Big Time Rush songs running through my head. Which has been going on all morning.

Bleargh.

Maybe Logan will be getting that iPod (with headphones!!) for Christmas after all.

That Gift For Words

Awhile back Liam and I were talking about Halloween, and somehow he started explaining that Logan had plans for Halloween candy, and he wanted to go trick or treating AND trunk or treating AND eat our leftover Halloween candy. I told him that sounds like an awful lot of candy for Logan to be eating, and Liam's response was "So? He likes junk!"

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Last weekend I took the boys to the World Bird Sanctuary down in Valley Park as part of a Scout weekend activity. It's basically just a zoo for birds, but it was still pretty interesting. The boys got a couple of bird guides and were trying to find as many of the birds on their sheet as they could. After viewing all the exhibits, Liam started complaining that he couldn't find a hawk.

Me: "Wait, we saw a bunch of hawks up by the front." "Look, there they are right there."

Liam: "No that's a red-tailed hawk, I want to find just a hawk. A plain hawk."

Me: "But, all hawks are some kind of hawk. A red-tailed hawk, a black hawk, that sort of thing. There aren't just plain hawks."

Liam: "But turkeys are called just turkeys!"

Me: "Yeah, but...uhh...hmmm."