My boys have pretty crazy imaginations. They are FUNNY, and they say and do some wacky stuff. This is fine by me, because I think life would be rather dull without a little bit o’ crazy, without laughing-until-I-cry, and without constantly asking myself, “Just where did they get their sense of humour from?”
Rob and I spend much of our time laughing at their antics, and these school holidays were no different.
Of course, it is the dream of every young boy to wile away the hours on a rainy day dressed up like a Fat Old Lady. No? Well, my boys beg to differ.
On this particular day, they stuffed blankets and clothing into their shirts and pants, made “old lady hair” with carefully coiffed shirts, donned (sun)glasses, used their drum sticks as walking canes, and walked around the house with croaky voices and perpetual stoops.
Now for the photographic evidence you’ve been dying to see. Here are my Fat Old Ladies:
Obviously old ladies like to wear striped thermal underwear.
I’m a little surprised they could manage the stairs.
Oh dear, did you misplace your Senior Citizens card? How about some tea and scones, love? That will cheer you up!