The day began early. Very early. 5:00 early. Books. Games. Pancakes. Crack Crack Croquet, with new rules. Seriously? It’s only 9:15?
Learn to speak Japanese while flying to the Orient on Northwest Orient airlines. (He looked at me like I was loco when I told him airlines used to give away playing cards. And free food. “Steak or salmon?”)
He didn’t want to leave the workshop, once I got him there.
I hope Aunt Becca wasn’t too attached to her collection of paint stirrers. They are now attached to each other.
Today’s version of Crack Crack Croquet. Line up balls, not in rainbow order. Run around playing field one time, fall on ground in the shaded part of the yard. Tap post with ball (not mallet) and say “crack crack.”
Push ball with hand through row of wickets.
Shout, “I win!”
Pick up mallet of color corresponding to ball.
Make a mustache with the mallet, then line it up next to the mallets from completed rounds.
Carrots! And peas!
Back to house with booty.
Back to the bibliotheque.
Splash park! Took him 10 minutes to decide to try it. I would say he liked it. 😉
Dinner with Aunt Becca and Auntie Squirrel
A lifelong dream come true: train watching. All that was missing was the caboose with a waving engineer. Good old days.
And it’s a wrap on Camp Gigi. Moms and brother come tomorrow.