Friday, May 2, 2008

Foxes live in dens...

Thinking about the foxes across the street made me remember a cute story about when Elijah saw Nana & Grandpa Rod's house in Newman for the first time, about two years ago. As we were leaving, he said, "Mom, I got to go into Grandpa's den."

"You did?" I answered.

"Yeah, it wasn't underground or anything. It was just like an office," he replied.

It took me a second to figure out what he meant, but then I realized that when Nana told him that Grandpa had a den in the house, he was expecting a den like a bear or fox would live in. The room must have been a big disappointment.