An Ordinary Evening

I brought my camera to the dinner table tonight, and we went a little crazy snapping shots. Tucker was in the picture taking mood, so there are gobs of photos to post.

One of our dinner conversations was why I freed Tucker's doodlebug pet. You see, Tucker loves looking at the doodlebugs outside, and Richard let him bring one inside yesterday. They put Mr. Doodlebug in a bowl, and Tuck carried it around for most of the evening. I decided to free the doodlebug last night after Tucker went to sleep. When he asked me about Doodle today, I told him that his pet must have crawled away. The following conversation followed several hours later while at the dinner table:

T: Mama, I don't think my doodlebug crawled away. I've been looking for him all day! I think you took him out of that bowl. Did you do it, Mama?
M: (after almost catching myself in a lie, AGAIN...) Yes, you're right. I put Mr. Doodlebug outside because that's where he should live.
T: But, Mama, I brought him inside the house for a pet. He just crawled around in that little bowl...
M: Well, I was afraid that he would escape his bowl, and we wouldn't want him crawling all over the house, now would we?
T: But, Mama, he was gonna just live in that little bowl. He liked to crawl in there, and he rolled into a ball to go to sleep. I'm sad. I wanted to see him and pet him.
M: Pet a doodlebug? Now that's silly! Doodlebugs don't have any fur to pet!
T: I was just gonna use one little finger to pet him. But now he's gone. So I can't do it. (pout pout pout)



You did what to my pet doodlebug?


Pouting...

The sadness turned into SILLYness!