I’ve got that….

Yesterday, Little Man, Tree and I headed to the Farmer’s Market (legitimate, not just stuff from my yard). As we were walking around, Tree was very impressed with the creativity, “I want to be creative. Why isn’t I can’t make stuff like this or even think about making stuff like this?” I reminded him of what he told me once, “Not only am I pretty, I’m romantic too. I’m a keeper.” Being creative is not as important when you’ve got traits like these.

Tree has a current plant fascination and purchases a new plant each week from the Farmer’s Market. He has a large collection and each plant has a name, ‘Dolores’. He intends to collect more Dolores’ until he gets a cat, who he will call Dolores. I never would have guessed.

We spent the evening with The Leaver, QuQueen and some of their friends. As usual, games were involved. In the middle of the infamous Boggle game, The Leaver was very into the current letter distribution and said, “You guys better be ready, I’m not playing games anymore.” I reminded her she was actually playing a game.

Brother (The Leaver’s sibling) was getting the grill ready when he noticed the bleed line from the swamp cooler had gotten too close and melted. I informed them I had a new bleed line in my car – he opted to try fixing it. A little later, Brother asked The Leaver if she had any floss picks. I told him I had floss if he’d like some. A few more guests arrived so we needed additional pad and pens for Boggle. I informed them all I had a pad and a few pens in my bag. The Leaver couldn’t believe it. “This is unbelievable. It doesn’t matter what we need, you’ve got it.”

As we were leaving, Little Man and I decided to make our way to the highest point of the neighborhood park to watch the city fireworks (our town celebrates Independence Day early).  As is the case with us, this wasn’t planned, so we didn’t have a blanket. “No worries,” said The Leaver. “I’ve got that.”