stuff i think

Only Grayson

Grayson is our nearly-six-year-old. Sandwiched between 10 year old Jackson and 19 month old Zion, you would expect him to suffer from Middle Child Jan Brady Identity Syndrome. If only. This kid's got more personality than any one person should...

Tonight, as we're getting ready for dinner, the older boys were playing outside. Both were filthy dirty, covered in sand, etc. When I called them inside, Jackson came immediately. Grayson was standing out by the mail box, covered in dirt, face smudged on both cheeks, barefoot, holding a milk crate half full of pine cones. (3-time Dads of three don't ask 'why' to anything). After Jackson washed up it occured to us that Gray never came in...

After a quick search of the yard and our expansive villa, panic began to set in. We searched every closet, the fort in the back yard, the back of both SUV's, under grandma's car...even checked with the neighbors. No one had seen him, and his crate was nowhere to be found either. About the time I started to really freak out, I see him round the corner at the other end of the block...still carrying his crate.

We rushed down the hill to love on him and administer a little discipline...as we got closer, we saw there was something in his left hand. Cash. He drops his crate and holds the money high over his head, yelling "Dad! Dad! I went selling pine cones for a dollar each and the lady took three of them! I got three dollars!" The little goober went door to door looking like he had no family to speak of, selling PINE CONES. It was really hard to talk seriously about his disappearance while we were dying laughing at his audacity.

I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of his pine cone selling career...