When Cy and I went outside this morning, the weather was perfect. It was breezy and cool, sunny and bright, and the sky was filled with wondrous clouds. Like this.
See the beautiful-ness? Cy and I talked about the clouds, how happy they looked, and how one of them looked like Thomas. (By the way, he’s fostering a pretty healthy confusion between Thomas S. Monson and Thomas, Engine Number 1. Friend of Hiro of the Rails. So I don’t know which Thomas he meant. But then he asked me to sing, “Temples,” so maybe he was thinking about the first Thomas.)
So I decided to be super crafty, and cut out some cloud and tree shapes for him to glue on a blue sky after he woke up from his nap. We’ve been doing gluing lately. It’s pretty exciting. I was going to sit outside with him and try to match the clouds that I cut out with the sky, pretty much feel like super-awesome-bonding-with-my-son-teaching-him-life-skills Mom of the day.
And then he woke up, we went outside, and it looked like this.
Life can be cruel sometimes.
So we went inside and did our gluing there.
The end.
