Arthur was riding on my back, piggy back style.
Me: Are you my little monkey?
Arthur: No. I turtle.
I guess he took his Halloween costume seriously.
Eleanor has been into jokes lately and was making up all kinds of stuff at dinner the other night. None of them were particularly funny, but then she accidentally made up a real pun:
Eleanor: Why did the orange go to the hospital?
Hunter: I don't know, why?
Eleanor: Because he wasn't peeling well.
I was cooking dinner in the kitchen and it was one of those nights where I just wanted to do the job by myself.
Arthur: Help you, Mama?
Me: No Arthur, I'm sorry, but I don't need your help right now. You can go play.
Arthur walked to the edge of the kitchen, started sobbing, and said, "Luuuuuv you, Mama! [SOB] Want to HELP you!"
Needless to say, the sweet boy got lots of hugs and I found a random "job" for him to do. He is the best helper ever - when I bring in groceries he insists on carrying stuff in and I have to keep leaving individual items out in the trunk for him to carry since he can't handle most of the bags. I hope he still loves to help this much when he's 15!
And pictures! These are at a petting farm near us.
"Mama, take a picture of me!"
Hayride - they were having more fun than it appears here!
Not sure why they have a fire truck there, but it was Arthur's favorite part!
And these are from Eleanor's class field trip to a local farmer's market
Arthur got in on the action too!
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