Finding Joy in Snarkville

This weekend, Duke was playing in his room.  He was building a full reproduction of the transcontinetal railroad with a small reproduction of the Los Angeles highway system.  It was INTENSE.

I’m sitting in my chair in another room trying to decide if I have enough energy to actually vacuum the whole floor or just stare at my naval (It had been a log weekend — we had a garage sale on Saturday and I’m not entirely sure I’m recovered yet).  Suddenly, Duke cries out from his room.

“FIRE. FIRE. FIRE.  Mama, FIRE.”

Prince and I drop everything and head back to his room.  I can’t imagine that there is actually fire, since I’m 90% sure I’ve not allowed him to have matches in his bedroom yet.  But you never know, so we ran.

Prince makes it there first and sees Duke backing away from the bin containing even more track and pointing, “Fire. Fire in there.”

Prince looks.  Nothing is burning. “Could you possibly mean, SPIDER?”

“oh, yes.”

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