my future fugitive and the sprinkley

So Sam says to me, as we are at a red light and a (non-law enforcement) motorcycle stops behind us,

"MOM!  IT’S THE POLICE BEHIND US!"
(he can see them in the rear view mirror)

"okay, buddy, what did you want to do about that?"

"HURRY!  DRIVE FASTER!"

My mom wants to know why I didn’t explain to him right then that the police are here to help us.  I quoted NWA.  NO, I’m kidding.  I DID explain that to him afterward, but I couldn’t stop chuckling about his desire to engage in a high speed chase.

Earlier today I busted out the sprinkler (or, sprinkley, says Sam) and let the kids have at it.  Right away Sam had to show Jane how to sit and hold your foot up to the sprinkler…she is his little follower–whatever he says to do, she does.  Jane is much more willing to get wet than Sam was at this age, filling her little bucket with water and dumping the icy hose water right over her head.  Again and again. Nutcase.

I love summer, bathing suits, and oooooh, that smell of suncreen.  Which reminds me–a few mornings ago while putting sunscreen on the kids after they got up (when you kids are as fair–practically see-through–like mine, it is part of your daily routine.) And sam tells me for the umpteenth time that he doesn’t like sunscreen.  I told him it keeps him from getting a sunburn.

"what’s a sunburn?"

"well, the sun makes your skin very hot and very red, and it hurts a lot."

and a little while later he tells me, "mom, I LOVE sunscreen.  I DO NOT love sunburns."

*I just wanted to send my love to my Uncle Scott today…let him know I am thinking about him so very much…*