7 am today. Tucker began the day by trying to teach Austin how to properly wag his duck's tail (ie tag). I've been instructed in the art of properly rubbing the tag between two fingers before, but Austin was new to the discipline. Of course, neither of our techniques pass muster with Tucker. Tucker is an attentive teacher, giving Austin at least 10" of breathing space as he yelled out Soviet-style commands "Wag the tail! No! Wag the tail!"
Church coffee hour today. Tucker goes through two cups of juice, three slices of banana bread, two boxes of raisins, three or four (large) helpings of goldfish and a good sized cookie... and still wants more. At least this was better nutritionally than several weeks ago when the coffee hour hostess put the Girl Scout cookies ON the table in front of Tucker and it was only when he had subvertly grabbed his fifth cookie that I figured out what was going on.
A few days ago outside. Austin was finishing up his workout while Tucker looked on. Austin was barefoot; Tucker was not. Austin was doing some sort of vertical leaps for his workout, and Tucker was trying to imitate him but couldn't figure out how to make his feet leave the ground to jump. He urgently tried to take his shoes off, convinced it was the shoes that were weighing his feet down, preventing him from successfully getting airborne.
