I passed out little bags for the kids to collect clues in, in case it was a) the kind of clue you could pick up and b) something you wouldn't get arrested for stealing.
- Travis put a piece of paper and a pen in his bag, so he could write down clues and theories.
- Noah left his bag behind. He didn't want to have to deal with carrying something.
- Sophie loaded up her bag with a gold coin, a pencil, and a board book; and then also grabbed a plastic tea cup, a headband, two quarters, and a vacuum cleaner attachment to round out her collection.
- Yes, I'm serious. And yes, Sophie literally walked around the neighborhood with a vacuum cleaner attachment (the one you use to get into the crevices of couches and chairs) in her tiny grip.
You can tell a lot about my kids' personalities by looking at what they did with their bags.
Travis: the planner, likes to be prepared.
Noah: the free spirit, to heck with a plan, I just want to run around.
Sophie: the collector, the more stuff, the better, whether those items are useful or not.
In other random news, Travis tests for his yellow belt this weekend, then Indy 500, and then I run a 5K race next weekend. My first 5K race ever, but after the mini a few weeks ago.... piece of cake.
I mean, I don't want to be a running snob or anything, but, 3.1 miles? Please. I do that in my sleep.
(Seriously. I mean that. I ran 3 miles on my lunch break today and quite possibly might have been dozing off by the end of it. It could have been because my iPod was dead because I forgot to charge it so I just plugged my headphones into the thingie on the treadmill that connects to the TVs in my gym, and the only TV in my vicinity was tuned to the Food Network, so I was forced to watch and listen to Paula Deen making a variety of banana dishes in her special "Paula's Goin' Bananas" episode. I will admit though, the cheesy ham and banana casserole had my interest quite piqued. You just wait, office-mates, until our next breakfast pitch in.)
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