Jolly Ollie

A couple weeks ago the whole family went over to Macy's to find mom a bathing suit. We congregated over in one section by a couple mannikins modeling the suits, and as I was thumbing through the rack looking for the right size, Jon and I heard Oliver say, "Mmmm. Nice buns." We look over and there is Oliver stroking the bottom of the mannikin. Everyone except Oliver blushed.

On Monday everyone attended VBS. This year's theme is the ocean and ocean creatures. Charles somehow was fortunate enough to bring home a "real live clam". He filled up one bathroom sink with water and in went the clam. Today for some reason I thought of the clam, and asked where it was. It hadn't stayed in the sink. At various times it had been in Charles pocket, under someone's pillow, in a dresser drawer, etc. But it ocurred to me that by now the thing had to be dead. Charles thought for a moment and ran off to find it. Oliver followed close behind.

"Good News, Mom!" Oliver shouted over the upstairs banister. "What?" I asked a little worried. "The clam pooped in the sink," Oliver rejoiced. Why that was good news, I have no idea. But the thing reaked. Charles put it in a plastic bag and threw it in the trash. Now I'm going to go scrub out the bathroom sink. Gross.