a busy day. . . .

Sam built this, which he is entering in a contest. Don't tell anyone, it is a super top secret design. He is fairly certain he will win, because the cockpit is sort of hidden, and you can't really see the man in it, which will fool the enemy into a false sense of security, which will be the beginning of his doom. In this particular picture, he reminds me of my uncle Rick.



Danny discovered that the world is his tunnel. Or maybe just the stepstool.



Gracen helped him. . . . and let me just applaud the Hot Wheels organization for finally creating a product that can withstand the constant abuse of my children without crumpling like a soda can.



And Jon conspired with a certain Mr. Chum, esq. to create the idea that will help support his family one day. Edible golf balls, wrapped in cellophane so they don't break until you want to eat them. This is his advertising poster, which he wanted me to mass produce today so we could begin our campaign against the inedible. When I asked him what product he would provide when people knocked on our door asking to buy it, he was stumped, but only for a moment. You see, he decided *mom* could just whip up a batch real quick to sell to the neighbors. . . . That's leadership.



Mommy got to make lists of things to buy for school, which starts next week, in theory, and Daddy is building steps on the front of the house. But, those aren't nearly as picturesque!