THIRTY

Eight strand plait bread that I attempted to hide from Matthew until dinner time.

 2019 week thirty

He found it.  

All week we were at one water park or another. 

RIP tiny chicken... The next day, one of Veronica's friends came over and she told her, "My chicken died. But it's ok. Now we can eat it. That's what you do when chickens die." I'm glad she wasn't as traumatized by this as I anticipated. 

Sunday morning at a park looking at algae and tiny minnows.

And then Papa caught a hefty turtle. Theo immediately shouted for joy and said, "Are we going to eat it for dinner?!"

Quotes

Theodore

"There is something soft under the peach tree! I was petting it!" It was a dead squirrel in a shallow grave...

"Mama, I think your hair looks bad long. So don't worry about it and just cut it tonight." I think Matthew put him up to this.


Veronica

Me- "I think Kiki (the chicken) is going to die."
V- *Smiling* "....no...?"
Me- "Yes. I talked to Uncle Melvin about it and he says there isn't really anything we can do and she is too sick. I'm sorry, but she's going to die."
V - "How does he know? He doesn't know Kiki! He doesn't know my bird!"

V -*whining horribly about having to leave the water park*
Me- "All I hear is 'Mama, please don't bring me back to the water park.'"
V- "What?! You don't understand my words at all. I was not saying those words!"