So the kids and I spend our entire Saturday at the VFW doing a gigantic yard sale. It was a huge success, in terms of the yard sale and just having a great time. Isaac(5) discovered that sweet old ladies just love helpful little boys, and quite often tip little boys who help them carry yard sale plunder out to their cars. He also spent some time playing with some miniature Barbies, their kitchen, and a few my little ponies that Sammi left out. He boyed it (I think I made up that word)up very well, because I overheard one Barbie inviting the others to a BBQ with grilled unicorn. I asked him what unicorn tasted like. MEAT. GLITTERY MEAT.
Sammi was busy getting filthy dirty and eating Cheetos most of the day. We don’t have Cheetos very often because lets face it, they are pretty much orange dye and air. Shiloh was super helpful, putting thing in bags, keeping up with Sammi, getting in on some of the old lady tips, and her and Isaac spent some time working inside building that is being renovated. They also found a hand cart and spent like two hours pushing each other on it gleeful childhood joy, further proving my theory that kids do life SO much better than adults. Silas didn’t do much except sleep and smile at the old ladies. My embarrassing moment of the yard sale was when this old guy who spoke English (sort of) as a second language was trying talk to me, asking questions about if a certain coat was for men or women. I really really couldn’t understand what he was saying. At all. But may be because they have nice young creative brains or something, the kids could. So they translated for me. After the guy left, Isaac said ” he didn’t really know language”. Despite many attempts, NO ONE made it home with any new toys because “if you cant keep your room clean now, why would I let you get MORE TOYS?” its not like they actually like toys that much anyway. They just think they do. Isaac has a room full of toys and he spent three hours playing with some random flashlight parts and metal things that he found in our junk drawer. (you know, the one everybody has that is a catch all for all the crap you don’t really have a place for but still need sometimes). Don’t tell anybody it came from me, because even though we don’t eat Cheetos very often because of the dye and the air and the yuck, I think they are sooo awesome. shhh… Annnd pictures!!!
Messy Homeschool Mom 