Coffee

Squareboy is not normal. I can prove this. He is always begging me for a sip of my coffee and sometimes I let him have a sip, like this morning. I'd been talking on the phone and the last third/quarter of the cup had gotten cold. What the heck, let him enjoy it. With the cold coffee gone I got up to get a nice, hot, refill. The pot was friggin' empty! And Squareboy walks in, dumps my empty cup into the sink, grabs the big (and in big I mean one of those huge oversize Starbucks cups) full cup next to the pot and walks off like it's nothing. I blow my top and ask him what the hell he is doing. Squareboy looks at me innocently, shrugs his shoulders and nonchalantly states "I felt like a big cup of coffee." He drank the whole thing.

After all that caffeine I figured he needed to go outside and burn some of it off. Not for my sake but for the babysitter, AKA The Girlfriend, this afternoon. Now we've moved into this big, new-to-us house and it comes with a big, new-to-us yard. And that yard is filled with trees. Jam-packed, filled. Mostly pine and some miscellaneous beats-the-heck-out-of-me trees, I'm going to wait till they grow leaves or bloom or something before trying to identify them. "Can't you tell by looking at the bark?" My sister asked early this morning. Um, no. No I can't.

Back to Squareboy burning it off. I ordered him outside with a rake. I got a whine in response and told him his grandparents are coming next week and that they'd drive right by our new house. They wouldn't be able to find it for the mess. He looked at me like I was stupid.

"But the neighbors all raked their yards. Our house will be easy to find!" Nice. Real nice genius.

He's actually very good at raking, very conscientious. Unfortunately Sister went with him, with her special small rake. She loves looking up to her big brother (*snort* at the idea of Squareboy being the big brother) and doing exactly what he does. In this case that meant raking exactly, and I do mean exactly, where Squareboy was raking. This led to the relevation that the ends of rakes are shaped like lightsabers. I'm still confused how no one is bruised or bloody after that battle. I do know that Squareboy, while hiding from Sister, found the waterguns. I know this because I've been squirted. He's now watering all our bazillion trees with the watergun... and daughter is drinking the last third/quarter of my second cup of coffee, which got cold as I type this.