Under the heading of "we must be geeks," the kids screamed with delight when we told them where we were going to Old Sturbridge Village. And when we said they'd get to hear the pipe organ, they danced around singing "We're get to see the pipe organ! We get to see the pipe organ!" Brainiacs, geeks, whatever you want to call us, it's true.
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At OSV, we spent a long time in the children's section. At one point, Sis walked towards Gommie and I just beaming. She was carrying a single cup of tea. Ah, whom would she pick? Grandma or mother? Neither. She passed us and headed straight for the giant pig near the pretend barn!
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Gommie bought Sis some makeup, the girlie glamous stuff with lots of glitter. Bud wanted to play too and painted his nails and dusted his body with glitter, until he decided he wanted to help me with the apple games for Applepalooza. Quoth he "Let's take off this lipstick and think!" Note to Governor Palin: even children get it.
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"Bud likes to share," she said when Gommie asked her for a bite of her cookie/muffin/candy/cake/who remembers because they've had so much since Gommie came. But Bud didn't have a cookie. And Gommie wanted some of Sis's. Finally Sis pointed to her napkin, "You can have the crumbs."
That's all she wrote, folks.
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