It's never ending with that boy and it seems that nowadays I forget to capture them on camera. I DID however capture this because he came to me for help. He found a box and knew exactly what it's true purpose in life was to be.
A bird house! Homestyle at that!
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Walking home from picking up Eli from school, I asked him about his field trip that day to a pumpkin patch with his kindergarten class. He told me about the playground, who was in his group, and who the mommy helper was. (I REALLY wanted to go, but couldn't) He also told me about the pumpkin he got that was now in his backpack. (So I grabbed his backpack and carried it the rest of the way home (Kinda heavy). I then asked him about if he had any homework or a book to read. Same old stuff we talk about everyday.
When he got home he took his coat off and then sat on the floor to take his shoes off. I had walked into the kitchen and came back to see him pouring something into his hand from his shoe. Puzzled by that, I asked him what it was.
Corn! of course! The conversation went something like this.
"Eli, what is in your shoe?!"
"Corn"
"Where did you get it?"
"My friend gave it to me at the pumpkin patch."
"Why is it in your shoe?"(I thought maybe they had a big pit, filled with kernals, for the kids to crawl around in and it just weezled it's way into his shoe. Like a pebble would do on a playground. But Oh no! NOT even close!)
"Because I didn't want it to fall out."
"Why didn't you put it in your pocket?"
"Because if I put it in my pocket, it would fall out. If I put it in my shoes, it won't fall out."
Oh! Ok. That makes sense. Right!?????? (I don't know how LONG they had been in his shoes, but it couldn't have been very comfortable. I guess stuff like that doesn't bother Eli.)