Why does grass not grow like people?

That's the question of the day today. Um, well, I don't know. Grass is a plant, people are animals and they grow differently.

Apparently he's at the point he can stump me. He has mastered the annoying anytime "why", most recently using it when I told him that he should have the seat down (but lid up) when pooping in the potty. Why? Ewwww doesn't translate well. The whole concept of germs and such is too esoteric for him right now but for me? Ewwwwww.

Luckily he's still not overly observant. We went to the Kids Day parade and there was lots of candy. Lots and lots of candy. Kids were doing the throwing which meant that most of it ended up in the middle of the road so all the other little kids would run into the street and get hit by a Shriner's mini race car. He finished the parade with a major haul and my job was the make it disappear without him noticing. I slowly pilfered candy until I had a big pocketful of stuff to get rid of and then I surreptitiously put the whole mess on a windowsill in a heavily-trafficked area in hopes it would be found by one of the resident homeless people and eaten. I would have loved to have given the whole mess to some random kid but I suspect the parents would be less than thrilled with that.

Every couple of minutes Sam would ask to eat more candy. We finally came to the end of the remaining candy on the way home when we stopped at a bench to "rest" and snack. There he discovered a Tootsie Pop that some other kid had left, still in the wrapper. Of course he wanted it. I evaluated the situation by opening it and discovered it was teaming with ants. That didn't seem to dampen his enthusiam even though his normal reaction to bugs of any sort is to scream "Mama! There's a bug!" in a panicked way. My veto won out. But I also realized my lack of wisdome in leaving the candy on the windowsill. Why not just have thrown it away?

They were also giving out weird stuff at the parade. For instance, someone handed me a travel mug with "Spike - Men's Television" on the side. When we stopped at the library to warm up after the parade I asked the children's librarian if they had a collection of travel mugs at the library and if she'd like the cup for the collection. One useless thing gone before it even made it to the house.

The other oddball handout was the gift of a woman dressed up in a big old apple suit, She walked right up to me and handed me the apple in both her outstretched hands like an offering. She also was smiling a little insanely and made eye contact. Despite that I ate the apple and was greatful for it as it nicely complimented the ground turkey somosa I bought at the farmers market.

Oh wait, I'm boring myself as I write this. Sam is using me as a jungle gym while I write and all of a sudden I think I need to just publish (wait, that's stupid isn't it? Here, read my uninspired rambling.) and be through with it for the day.

Did I mention that Sam's been demanding lately? Why why why? Refer to the paragraph above.