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in a boat

it's hard to tell from this pic, but john found a big stick
that he was using to "paddle" his "boat.
is this our canoeing kid, or what?
we're finally getting back to normal. last wednesday, john woke up with a fever, and the doc diagnosed him with double ear infections. he was a pretty good sport, but he got worse and worse and he was pretty sick through sunday.

so we didn't go out much this weekend, though we did a lot of house-arranging and storage evaluating, etc. we put up some garage shelving which is where that big box  lid above came from. john was a great sport playing in the garage while my husband and i hung from unevenly fabricated bars, hit things with mallets, and ultimately built two large shelves with no injuries and minimal cursing.

i knew john was fully back to normal on the drive to school today, though. he was so quiet in the car, that i asked him what he was thinking.

"what you say, mommy?" came the incredulous reply. (perhaps i've never asked him this question before?)

"what are you thinking -- what's in your head right now?" i clarified.

a pause. "um ... a carrot!" he said.

we stopped at a stop light. i turned to look back at him. 

"a carrot?" i asked, a little confused.

he responded by making a gesture of digging in his head to pull a carrot out.

"yumma yumma, carrots are delicious!" he said.

i just giggled and we drove on.

a few minutes later, he was being quiet again and i was about to ask him again what he was thinking, but he beat me to the punch.

"mommy?" he said.

"yes, john?" i replied.

"i'm thinking of another carrot!" he exclaimed with glee.

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