Yep. Here I am in jail. Actually, I’m trapped between the two doors. I don’t know why Mom did that. I’m giving her the evil eye ‘cuz instead of letting me out, she’s got that flashy box thing out. Stop it, Mom!!!
Mom……that’s enough. Hemingway is laughing at me. Don’t you dare put these pictures on our blog. I forbid it!!!
Note from the Mom: I must admit that I laughed when I came back by the door again. I had just gotten home from choir practice and of course the boys were right at the door to greet me. I thought I got both of them out of the way, but after putting some stuff away, when I came back into the room, there was Steinbeck, between the doors. Rather than let him out right away, I confess that I did go get the “flashy box”. It was too priceless. Here are some pictures of their outdoor fun this week.
Hemingway, why are you staring at the dirt?
Because I can.
Hemingway, why don’t you get up and practice your stalking like me?
Because I don’t want to.
Hemingway, look at how pretty my tail looks in the grass.
So?
And Mom calls me Crabby Pants????
