A Visit From The Ghost of Children Future

Moose just got back from making the Cricket Run. He also got dog food and some people food. The crickets are for dear Eduardo. But he also got himself some deodorant.  The scent is called swagger.  What the heck does a swagger smell like?  We don't know.  But we know what it looks like because he is walking around like he rode a rough horse on his Cricket Run.  And he keeps saying "swagger" in a voice that sounds a little like Joe from The Family Guy.  

At least you only had to read about it.  We are living it.  It is like he is channelling The Cap'n (my cousin's husband, find him at Cricket and Pip on my blog list).  

Miss M, in a tone and timing that can only be described as Junior High, says to him: "Oh.  Dad.  Why are you doing that?"

Is that tone and timing a hormonally triggered thing?  Like the pituitary gland says to her body, "OK, here we go.  Longer limbs.  Round things out a bit.  A mild sprinkling of pimples.  And the ability to feel deeply embarrassed by your parents.  That'll do for now.  See you in 6 months."