Sometimes I like being a parent.
It's
cool.
First, I got to drop Brooklyn off to go to YMCA camp today.
nostalgia. Second, I watched my boys work a lemonade stand in my front yard. Their
attire is what really made it. Lucas wore
cowboy boots, a
transformers t-shirt,
silky basketball shorts and alternated between a
cowboy hat and a
giant pirate hat. Ian was a diligent worker, always on the lookout through his
binoculars for customers. He would occasionally sport his
battery operated Darth Vader head. It makes his voice sound like the evil Vader, and it added a new touch to the calls of
"LEMONADE, 50 CENTS a GLASS!".
Third, I gave Ian a
sweet haircut. He is the
only person on earth I will barber up. And the best part is he
loves to have
choppy,
uneven hair cuts, so he thinks I'm the best hair cutter in the land. He is likes a shaggy sort of do, so as long as I
don't chop it
too short I'm safe. I just let it grow long enough that I can cut it and if I screw up too bad there is still enough length for Nonny or Grandma Williams to clean up my mess. But so far, he seems to love my messes.
Lastly, I
like them.
For your viewing pleasure...my cute boys!
(pics of Brooklyn at camp to come)
My favorite cowboy, basketball player, transformers under-roos guy. (Note the pirate hat hanging on the chair for easy costume change.)
Ian and his friend Graeme scouting out lemonade customers.