boomer junior

So my MIL loves to tell the story of Boomer as a little boy. That one day when he either wasn't allowed to play outside (or maybe the weather wouldn't permit him to play outside? I can't remember). But either way, he couldn't play outside. So being that he was (and is) a "set your mind to do something, I'm gonna do it" kind of guy, he filled his dump truck with load after load of dirt from outside and created a "sandbox" if you will, in the middle of the living room. By the time she found it, both he and Scooter were happily playing with their trucks in their very own man made sand box.

Today I was trying to work. I've got a bit of editing to do, and several emails I needed to respond to and so I opened up the patio door to let the boy stretch his legs and enjoy this GORGEOUS weather. I guess more time had passed then I realized. Suddenly he appeared in the door way of the office with one of his play cups from out back, and with an expression of defiance threw the cup up, pouring out an entire cup of dirt and rocks on to the carpet.

I held back a laugh. Like REALLY had to hold back a laugh. I quickly went to him and picked up the cup and explained that dirt belongs outside and that we don't bring it inside, but before I could get any further my eyes looked up to the wide open patio door. Boomer and his sand box flashed before my eyes. I went right past Henry and his little pile of dirt and stumbled upon this.



Who knows how many cups of dirt were dumped on his train, but there were dirt clods and dirt EVERYWHERE. I had to move furniture to vacuum it all up. That'll teach me to monitor what he's doing more closely, eh? Sheesh I need a lab top.

Junior Boomer indeed.