Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
“How low do the clouds get?” Tucker asked.
“They can almost touch the ground,” I said.
“Fog is what they call clouds near the ground,” Austin said.
“I bet they can get as low as a medium sized giant,” Tucker said, having clearly thought the issue through.
Friday, August 3, 2012
“They hold that log up by traffic cones!” –Tucker, talking about how the balance beam is constructed for Olympic competition
“I don’t think I can do that, but I bet you can!” –Tucker, on the gold medal gymnastic floor routine.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Whenever we went to the beach, he made a point of lying down in the water like a water buffalo, and of guarding the kids playing in the sand. He’s totally white around the face now, and has various lumps and bumps and is pretty much deaf now. I even have to point to where food drops if he’s not looking now.