Conversations, competitions....

H - Mom, can I borrow your camera?

K - Ahhhh NO. Why do you need it anyways?

H - Cuz I want to take a picture of the hole in the sandbox

K - Stop digging holes and you are NOT using my camera, go find your own.

H - But I can't fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind either of them!!

K - You have two cameras and you can't find either one, yet you don't understand why I won't let you use mine?

H - yeah. Why won't you? You're meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!! You're selfish! You just want me to have NO FUN AT ALL today (side note - hahahaha, she's on to my evil game, apparently)

K - Go find your own damn cameras. If you can't take care of them, you're sure as hell not using mine.

She's since gone off whining about all the injustice in the world. Such a hard life, I *almost* feel sorry for her!!!


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Every year I say I am not buying another damn Slip & Slide.

Every year, I buy a new one. I'm not quite certain why I do that. I have to post the pics of the box and of what it REALLY looks like, but I'll do that later.

Right now, I'll tell you about the girls.

All morning long, H was consistently beating the pants off A. H would slide on her belly and win every race (it's a double wide); A landed on her knees time and time again and only went half way down the slide.

Then A figured it out.

And I couldn't tell WHO won anymore, so I told them the winner was whoever grabbed the flag first.

At first it was an even split - they won alternate races and all was good.

But the more A slid, the more she fine-tuned herself until she was sliding so well she would shoot off the end of the slide, which was funny as hell to watch, particularly as she twisted to grab the flag as she shot past.

H did NOT like this turn of events at all, and made certain to let all of the neighbors know about it by screaming, yelling, and pretty much throwing a tantrum that her sister was kicking her butt every race. Forget the fact that SHE won every race all morning - all that mattered was that she was not winning now.

A, being the little snot she is, would jump up, thrust the flag over her head, and stand there staring at her sister as if daring her to just TRY and get the flag away. No laughing. No smiling. Just a look of utter triumph.

I couldn't help but laugh. And at the same time, I am so afraid of what is going to happen during meet season this year......