Rocks

I'll post a pic tomorrow. Just was chuckling about Nolan's rock fetish- he still likes to pick out nice ones (smooth river rocks, pleasing to hold, nice colors) every time we walk past a bed of them on the way to the Park!! Slides!!!!!, and then carries it around- including while trying to climb a ladder, rock in hand. They also come into the tub, and last night, into bed, where I was surprised to find a rock under my shoulder this am. It was a nice one. We have similar taste in rocks, my boy and I. Mike, not so much into them. But, I was a rock kid too (I suspect there are still jars of my rock collection in my closet at Mom and Dads.)

Thinking about my old room made me remember a couple of things: what a nice childhood we had, replete with Etch a Sketch, Lite Brite (those pegs are LETHAL to step on), Easy Bake, Tang, hotdogs, and camping with strange popcorn pieplate things on wire handles for the campfire (you know, those things that never quite worked out, but were exciting)...and how we used to take out allowance to the corner store for chips and candy (chips were 25 cents). And how I likely won't let Nolan eat hotdogs (except tofu ones, as I know what went into them!) and haven't seen Tang in a store for a long time. And I wouldn't buy it if I did. But it was good. Well, so was not having to wear seatbelts, but.....

I think parents today are a bit crazy, and although I think I am relatively normal, the whole range or parental protectiveness has shifted- (away from Tang and hotdogs). But we all turned out fine! Once Nolan understands money in a couple of years, maybe I'll take him to the store for some penny candy. And then, when we look at each other loot on the way home, we can barter and do trades . One rootbeer gummy candy for 4 Swedish berries?

No hotdogs though. My "line" is apparently based the histology of the food- What exact kind of of tissue is that anyway? Is that mucosa?