Outside

The weather has been amazing.  On Saturday Mr. Sneaky pants decided to wear his baklava, even though it was warm enough to be outside with only a sweater, because the baklava makes him look much more like a knight.  He grabbed the bow and arrow that Grandma Robbie make him last summer out of a lilac branch and string (I used to love those bows an arrows when I was small . . . my grandma Jan made them for me) and decided to spend at least 45 minutes shooting the arrows into mud puddles on the corner of our street.  Don’t worry, my camera and I were on the street watching out for cars.  “Mom,” he said, “Shooting arrows is way more fun than splashing.”  We still got plenty wet.