The Reynolds Family: Inventory

The heat has driven us indoors, like ants scurrying underground to avoid a tromping toddler. This has created opportunities for interesting conversation. It has made for good, quality time together. And good, quality time together has made for lots of screaming squabbles over who gets to play with the toy of the moment. Or who gets to sit on what couch cushion. Or who gets to go through a doorway first. But enough about me and Kyle.

We have discovered that Scotlen monitors the inventory at Target. We were there recently and, of course, had to troll the toy aisles. Scotlen pointed out a pteranadon of some sort and worriedly stated that Target now only has two, whereas they used to have three. In other words, our precious chances to purchase yet another pteranadon are running out. Some snippets of recent Scotlen conversation:

Scotlen: Where do dogs go when they die?

Kyle: Um, dog heaven.

Scotlen: Where do cats go when they die?

Kyle: Cat heaven.

Scotlen: And when dinosaurs die, they go to the museum!

Sara: Did you learn anything at school today?

Scotlen: I wasn't smart today.

Sara: What do you mean you weren't smart today?

Scotlen: I'm only smart on Fridays.

Sara: But today is Friday.

Scotlen: Oh, then I guess I am smart today.

Snippets of conversation with Jonas:

Sara: What do you see Jonas?

Jonas: Light.

Sara: Want to go play?

Jonas: Light.

Sara: Well, what do you want to do?

Jonas: Light. . . . Up-mmm.

Go figure. The only thing saving us from all of this indoor family time has been visits from other family members. This is especially true because Kyle has made his annual trip to Knoxville this weekend to play in the "Meadowlark" with Will. The Meadowlark may sound like a interpretive dance festival, but Kyle claims it's actually a golf tournament. I hear the only thing hotter than the weather this year is Kyle's wardrobe. Many thanks to Mimi, Grandmommy, Grandfather, and Auntie for their recent visits. They must really love these children. Auntie loves them so much that she sat patiently with Jonas for 30 minutes while he worked on a particularly troublesome poop. For anyone who knows Auntie, you know that this is true love.