We were lucky to have Ruth visit us recently and in her honor my children pulled out all the music instruments. The trumpet. The drums. The cymbals. The egg shakers. The recorders. Etc. Then they proceeded to make music for a little while and fight over who got what for a long while.
Good times.
Ruth was a lot less hesitant than Harriet about the whole proceeding. She whacked anything she could get her hands on with anything else she could get her hands on.
It has taken me almost a week to round up all the various musical sticks and get them back into the music box as the boys like to use them for a variety of non-musical purposes.
There is a reason the box is up high and I don't break it out as often as I probably should. While the good times lasted it was pretty cute to watch everyone dancing and playing!
I also thought it was hilarious that my dad happened to randomly drop by that morning to deliver a few items from Mom and he stared at Ruth for awhile before he said, "Oh, it's Ruth!" Then he said, "I knew you didn't have a red-head that size but she fits right in around here."
Yes she does!
2 comments:
LOL! Your dad totally cracks me up. I wonder though, if the same thing will happen to me when I have that many grandkids to keep track of. : )
In my defense Lynn I only saw her from the back through a partly open bathroom door and she wasn't the right size, shape, or color for any of Andrea's ankle biters! However, I will admit to some degree of senility.
FOG
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