Wednesday, July 04, 2007
All Hail, The Mayor of Chalktown
When the Man and the Queen were younger (I think before the Monkey was born), I thought it would be a cool idea to get some sidewalk chalk and draw them a little town where they could drive trucks and cars around on the streets that I drew for them. So I painstakingly transformed our back patio concrete slab into a little town, with fire and police stations, a grocery store, a McDs, and a few other things.
They played with it for 3 seconds. Tops.
I was remembering that moment ... that moment when I wanted to pull all the hair out of my head. So I decided to tell the Man about much he exasperated me that day.
The look on his face ... that "ding ding ding" look. The wheels starting to turn....
And the Man became the self-proclaimed Mayor of Chalktown, complete with a Great Wolf Lodge, Calahari, Castaway Bay (Cedar Point's version of the aforementioned two), a McDonald's, Burger King, and Ace Hardware. He had all sorts of buildings, but he had no police or fire station, so he had to remedy that. I didn't have the heart to tell him that his town really is an engineering nightmare....
Labels: artwork, imaginations
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Stupid Decision # 1,452,600
Methinks the hawks are following us
Dinner and a movie
and a sense of style....
Timing is everything
On your marks ...
Think of your most embarassing moment ....
Most Likely To....