Our canyon of choice is Hobble Creek Canyon because it is close by and it is so beautiful and we frequent it often. When we loaded up in the car, Ethan and Sam wanted to bring a set of walkie-talkies. I don't know why because it wasn't like we were ever going to get separated and we aren't talking heavy terrain here. The world of little boys is still one of deep and profound mystery to me, so I didn't question it and agreed to their little request as it made them happy. I was less than happy when they discovered that when they pressed on the morse code button it sounded an awful lot like a machine gun that hadn't gone through puberty yet. So between the prebuscent machine gun noise in the back seat and the little Donald Duck voices they were making, it was the longest longest short drive up to Hobble Creek Canyon I have ever had the pleasure to yet experience.
All this, however, was worth it. Once we arrived we saw something quite unique. Strangely enough, there seems to be a plethora of dragonflies. I do not know what you call a group of
Ethan and Sam decided that these dragonflies were really a menace to society. Therefore, they must be obliterated. Out came the walkie-talkies, and out came the machine gun noises. I am sure I wasn't supposed to condone such dragonfly-violence. But Jonathan and I couldn't stop laughing long enough. Ethan and Sam, most assuredly, shot down each and every dra
They slept soundly that night.

Let me just say that I couldn't stop laughing after reading this -- I loved it!
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing more entertaining than the mind of a small boy...except, maybe, the combined imaginations of two small boys.