After the corn maze and lunch, we pulled off the road to visit this little dam. As predicted, Elijah loved seeing it. He has become more interested in water now that we have a creek in our backyard.
Daddy took Elijah down the hill, explaining what a dam was. (Eric likes to keep up a running commentary for Elijah - whatever we are doing. That is why, even though I couldn't hear them, I know that was the conversation taking place.)
Throwing rocks in the river:
These boys really, really, really love each other. And that makes me love them all the more.
Oh, there was also a dead snake alongside the river. As Eric and Elijah approached it, I yelled, "Snake! Snake! Snake!" When Eric finally stopped, he just nonchalantly said, "Oh. Where?"
Two days ago, Eric trimmed our bushes. I went to dump the trimmings in the woods. Right on top of the pile was a huge piece of snake skin. I yelled at Eric to come over, thinking he too would be shocked at the size of the snakeskin. (Also, I was wondering how he could have possibly loaded this hunk of dead reptile skin in the wagon without noticing - and commenting on! - it.) Eric was unimpressed, but perhaps only because he had to blow his nose.
If the situation had been reversed, my reaction would have gone something like this:
"Wow! That is huge! Did you put that in the wagon? I did? Well, I don't understand how I didn't notice that! Do you think there are snakes under the house? How big do you think this snake was? When do snakes shed their skin? Is this from a dangerous snake? I just really can't believe I picked that up without noticing it!"
Does anyone else not react to snakes or their old body parts?