Prep the Wide Angle Lens

We fly out of Little Rock early Wednesday morning for my sister Sharon's wedding. We'll be there about 10 days. Ten glorious days of highs in the 60s and 70s. Huzzah! Actually, we haven't been below 72 in June here, so it's probably going to feel cold, but I'm willing to take that chance.

And since there are lots of Joneses heading out for the wedding, it's going to be like a family reunion, and with our family, that's a lot of people. Adam's looking forward to seeing his cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents again (some for the first time), but first we've going to see Odin and Seth and Deb again. Adam likes Odin and Seth and Deb.

I Can't Read Your Crazy Moon Language

We've been using the classic "spell it if you don't want Adam to know what you're talking about" routine for quite a while now. I've long suspected he knew more than he was letting on. So today Jean spelled "P-O-O-L," and I decided to ask Adam if he knew what that spelled.

"Butterfly!" He replied, with characteristic enthusiasm.

"P-O-O-L." We sounded it out. He exclaimed, "Firetruck!"

We sounded it out again. He even muttered, "poo" under his breath. Twice.

"Adam, what does P-O-O-L spell?"

"Walmart!"