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Coming home from my hair appointment this afternoon I walked slowly to the front door. Partly because it was super hot outside and I was sweltering. But mostly because, after a hiatus of over two hours from family life, I always have to steel myself before that first moment of re-integration.

I mean, you never know what you’re going to walk into and it is best to be prepared

Sometimes I find laughing, happy children vying desperately for their father’s attention. Other times I find one big back cloud of time-out. It’s always a crap shoot.

This afternoon was no different. But I was in a good mood and hoping for life in the plus column.

Approaching the front door, I heard scrambling followed by the slide of the dead-bolt (always a good sign that no one was in time out)

My fears were assuaged when, as I walked in, I was bombarded with:

Mom! Guess what?! I had A HUNDRED AND FIFTY CARS!  It’s SO COOL!

My husband concurred with a slight nod of his head and said

“Actually, it is pretty cool. You should go see it.

So, after setting my bag down, I followed the Catfish upstairs.

When something like this happens I have no idea what to expect. Sometimes, it is a big huge pile of cars, all in a heap, that have had one Uber-crash. Sometimes (and this is getting rarer and rarer) he’s actually cleaned his room.

Today, I found this:

It may not be 150 cars but it is 150 AWESOME!

This is “One Hundred Fifty” (give or take) of his friends lined up to get on the ferry.

Or on an airplane.

It depends.

Now, if I may point out a few things here….

Firstly, upon entering his room to show me his “ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY CARS!” he took particular pains to tell me that “Tinker Bell is in there too!”  And She is. If you look close, you can see that she is trying in vain to get Spider Man’s attention:

He's never going to look over Tink. He can't move his head.

I was also interested to note that there were, amongst all the four to sixteen wheeled vehicles, a gang of surly-looking dinosaurs. Later, I was  informed that they were grouped together so that they would be able to find each other easily once they boarded the ferry boat.

At least they're waiting in line patiently.

I was tickled to see that all of the Catfish’s cars were getting in on the action here. Even the ones he made himself:

He cobbled this one together from wooden blocks.

And I particularly like the detail of the passenger in the lower-left corner truck:

It's a friggin' badger. In a truck.

To you this may seem just like a bunch of toy cars. And you’re right. It is, in fact, One hundred Fifty Cars!

Well, maybe not that many. But it is definitely cool. And to Catfish I say:

KEEP BEING AWESOME LITTLE DUDE!

This last weekend was fine in weather and society. We visited with my husband’s parents and spent a thoroughly enjoyable evening on their farm out near the Olympic rain forest. While they are wonderful people who, out of the goodness of their hearts, offered to watch our son for us on the week that he was out of “school” (Montessori) they operate on Grandparent Rules. This is perfectly reasonable since

A) They are grandparents

and

B) They took our son to their house. For an entire week.

God Bless them.

But alas, “Grandparent Rules” differ wildly from normal every-day conduct and I find that, after an extended stay at Meme and Papa’s house, we generally need a few days of re-education in the behavior expected from a 4 year old in our home. This is what I like to refer to as THE RULES.

Everyone has their own set of THE RULES. Even if you live by yourself in a studio apartment, you still have a set of guidelines to which you can expect polite company adhere. These things may include No Dropping In Without Calling First (a very common rule) or perhaps even Do Not Use Bath My Towel For Drying Your Hands, That Is Why I Supply You With A Hand Towel. (more…)