Shortly before the sewer backed up yesterday, a transformer blew right across the street from our house. The kids were sitting at their little table eating breakfast and engrossed “Clifford; The Big Red Dog”. When the BOOM rang out through the neighborhood, the kids bounced up in unison like two little kernels of popcorn. It was priceless.
This afternoon, Ollie rode up to me in the backyard on his bicycle. He informed me that he was Super-Hero Boy and asked if I needed any saving. I told him no, I was OK, but the dog sure needed someone to throw her ball. He said, “No, I’m a super hero. I don’t do those kinds of things.” and he rode off.
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