Firemen and Facial Hair

I picked Clay up from school today and as he climbed into my van, he said excitedly, "Mom, firemen were at school today! REAL firemen!" (as opposed to, you know, the fake firemen)

"Oh yeah? Did they teach about staying safe and what to do if there's a fire?"

"Yep!" he replied beaming. "And....." he paused dramatically, "I got something too! You have to wait until we get home to see."

We got home and he pulled out a little fire safety coloring book. He didn't want to put it down during lunch and when we went to the grocery store this afternoon, he asked me if he could take it along.

"Sure whatever," I told him. Hey, it was better than what Brooklyn wanted to bring - a purse filled with Barbies, a blanket, some play medical instruments, her sister's pack of gum ("just so I can look at it"), a necklace, a couple puzzle pieces, 3 markers, a pair of shoes, and her toothbrush (oral hygiene is important, you know!)

So we're shopping and I'm walking along talking to myself, "Hmmm, I think we're low on flour. I'd better pick up a bag. Do we need any crackers? Where's the kind of yogurt you guys like? I know we don't need any cereal. How much chocolate can I sneak into the cart without these guys noticing?" I stopped in the middle of my ramblings when I saw Clay.



"Clayton! You have marker on your face! You must've been rubbing the marker by your mouth! It looks like you have a mustache!" I giggled a little.

He perked up. "Really?" he asked. "Can I see?"

I took a picture with my camera phone and showed it to him.

He looked contemplative for a minute, then grabbed the marker to fill it in a bit more.



"Really Clayton? Really???" sigh "Oh child," I muttered, shaking my head.

At some point during the trip, Clay shared and let Brooklyn color in his book for awhile. That was sweet of him, no? This is how she looked on the way home...



Yep. I couldn't be prouder.