carl in casimirland.

Actually I just wish I could get a picture of him playing with his dumptrucks and all my jewelry. Or maybe decorating his trucks with my jewelry? Anyway. May as well blog bi-annually. I haven't had any work to put off, so blogger time has been limited.

Today is mid-April, so we did what you of course do in April. Stayed inside until I forced them to bundle up and go outside. Yesterday I dug the snowsuits back up and we went out and played in the snow and buried treasure (i.e. kids' shovels). I think summer went by so fast I missed it? I'll be sure to start relishing this weather and it will clear up and get toasty warm real soon.

Anyway, Casimir has been freaking us out a little lately. You never know with those three year-olds. The other day (before it snowed, it was Spring still, I think) Casimir and Paul were out clearing the patio of some old leaves and tidying up the garage. Casimir informed Paul very matter-of-factly that they had to take good care of the house for the people who used to live there. (That would be the elderly couple. The deceased ones. They built it and lived here for a few decades or centuries I think.) They told him so, he said. And they told him that he was to wash the patio and the grass with water. No, soapy water.

I think the soapy water bit kind of relieved us, because then it became more obvious how that little brain works. They say totally innocent things, stringing together all those little bits of information that they soak up like sponges, adding bits of nonsense, and then we get all wacky on them interpreting it. Actually, Paul and Casimir had just washed the car with soapy water, and Paul had to explain (because no activity comes without a hundred "Why?" and "How?" inquiries) why they used soap. Paul also later remembered explaining to Caz that someone had lived in this house before us. So Casimir was just making his fun, innocent little statements and commands and here we thought he was Sixth Sense boy, communicating with the dead. Who's the creepy one?

We're just hoping we won't find out that soapy water is some arcane remedy to keep rabbits off the grass or something. Then I might worry.