The grandma's were flying our Brown Eyed Girl's kite. Handy Man was overseeing their efforts while hitting golf balls for Boji into the pasture. Grandpa Matt was busy chasing butterflies in the yard with our Brown Eyed Girl, trying desperately to catch one for her bug box. Mr Blue Eyes and I were relaxing on the porch.
Mr Blue Eyes had just returned from the driveway, clasping two small rocks, one in each hand. He had this look on his face like...
He had spotted the downspout attached to the house. This tube like thing was so interesting, to strange, so amazing! Ohhhh the possibilities...
I am pretty sure his thought process went something like this...
This is a pretty neat tube.
I have two rocks.
Because he can count of course. He is a genius baby. After these photos you will agree.
I wonder...
Well, will you look-e-there! They fit right inside this tube thing.
Yep, there they are. Right inside.
Well, I'll be darned.
I can even reach back inside here and pull them out like this.
Just. Like. This.
Kitty, these are my rocks.
Maybe I should just stick them back in here again for safe keeping.
Wonder what happens when I lift this up like this?
Yep, they are still there.
This is amazing!
This tube thing is a fine display of craftsmanship.
Imagine the possibilities with this tube.
I wonder what else I could fit in that thing?
Up and down like this.
One rock...
Two rocks...
Not now Kitty!
Can't you see I am working here?
Shooo! Go on. Get out of here.
Go find Sissy.
Interesting...
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