When I was growing up I was pretty adventurous. My best friend Dwayne and I would take off on our bikes, play in the mud, climb trees and come home pretty filthy. My sister and I loved to have campfires, had the BEST fort in the world, (remember Berry Island ~ Bob? And the swing?) We were always exploring, rock climbing and otherwise giving our parents more grey hair. I especially remember our "soap box" race cars that we built out of the beautiful large metal doll carriages that our Nana and Papa sent us. They were deep purple metal, had great springs and man could those babies fly down the highway once we rebuilt them! Lets just say Mom was less than thrilled with our ingenuity! All of this experience became handy when I had not one, not two but THREE boys. (I still think that Heavenly Father is laughing!) So with the boys, most of the things they do don't freak me out. I am not saying that I GET what is going on in their minds ~ other than the words IDEA and ACTION become one word IDEAACTION....but I can handle most of it. One things I will NEVER get is the love that boys have for snakes, bugs, salamanders and other creepy crawly NASTIES! Cody Marchant (our boy's cousin) found this snake at scout camp and all of the boys were just fascinated with it! Alex and Joey tried to convince me we needed one, but this is one thing I will NOT give in on. Geez...Boys and icky things. Guess that should be one word as well! By the way, I absolutely LOVE Shon's Grandma Leta and she found out that the boys had brought the snake into the house is the first time I have ever heard her yell! I took this picture of her as I was laughing about it...and she was telling me to stop laughing.