Sunday Snapshots: Random

~ It was a warmish November day today.  We had planned to build a fire in the firepit and roast some of those new ginormous marshmallows per Maddie's request, but it was quite breezy and Papa decided that it was better to be safe than sorry.  No fire, no fly away embers, no sugar coma.  Instead, the children played outside for hours, and were granted permission to have a Twilight Picnic of peanut butter sandwiches and yougurt, back at the edge of the woods.  They sat on a  large tree stump and covered part of it with a flannel sheet to serve as the table.  Bekah was the picnic photographer.

~ While most of the youngsters were at the Twilight Picnic, I dressed this sweet thing in her jammies and read her a story. 

~ Before her ride home, the sweet thing reached for a lollipop that Aunt Kati was holding.  Maybe she knew she had been deprived of her ginormous marshmallow?
 

~ Now I have to tell you the background of the next snapshot. 

This week, Bekah noticed some marks on the chimney in our living room.  On closer inspection, she discovered that these marks were letters...f, a, n, g.  Fang? 

Can you see them? 

How about now?

I remembered that my son had a propensity to autograph all sorts of things when he was a boy--books, my grocery list, furniture, walls.  He once penciled his name, R-y-a-n, on his bedroom wall with the n carrying on in a line that lasted for three walls.  When we questioned him, he claimed that it was "an accident." 

I wondered if he was the engraver of these chimney letters. 

So tonight when he called us, we asked him if he knew anything about the word "fang" written on the chimney.  Laughing, he said, "I don't remember writing it there." 

Come to find out, Fang was his self-appointed nickname back in the day, when he had a fascination with wolves and wolf sketches.  So "Fang" had autographed the chimney...and had gotten away with it for approximately twenty years.  We decided that the statute of limitations had expired, especially since we all got a lot of laughs out of the story.  Besides, Ryan said that he's sure it was "an accident."  ~smile~

He also suggested that, since it was pencil and could be erased, it would probably be reduced to a misdemeanor anyway.  But I figure that if "Fang" has gone twenty years unnoticed, I'll just leave it there.