The boys and I took a little trip to Mimi & Bampa’s house today.   They love visiting their grandparents who shower them with attention, unlimited snacks which include free access to icecream and Beanie Babies. Beanie Babies. Mimi’s overwhelming Beanie Baby collection is migrating to my house…three beanies at a time. This has been going on for awhile and I now have so many that my 1997 self would be proud and planning a prosperous future.   It is just a matter of time before they are worth serious money… Each boy picked out one to bring home.   Ryan(9) and Rhett(4) made quick decisions to snatch coordinating white tigers.   Reid(7) thought on it for awhile. It was a big decision. He finally chose a Beanie Buffalo named Roam. This is the conversation in the minivan on the way home: Reid:   (sounding it out) RRRRR. OOOOOOOOO.   MMMM.   Roam! Reid:   Mommy, do we have an cardboard at home? Me:   What kind of cardboard do you need?   A box? Reid:   Yes.   I need to make a helmet for Roam. Me:   A helmet for your buffalo? Reid:   Yes.   A Roman helmet. Ryan:   Roman? Reid:   Yes.   A Roman helmet for Roam. Ryan:   That isn’t the same kind of “Roam”, Reid.   This roam is like when you wander around. *I pause to admire that Ryan knows the difference* Reid:   I mean like Rome, Prance. Ryan:   Prance? Reid:   Is it Prance or France? Ryan:   *giggling*   I think you mean Rome, France.



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  1. He might know more geography than I do! Wouldn’t you be shocked if there was a place called Roam or Rome, in France? Or a place called Prance? (Rats! Now I’m annoyed that I got rid of that Geographical dictionary a few months ago!).