I took these two goofballs to the movies last night for a boys night and beforehand we were on the phone with grandma and grandpa discussing their major exploits for the day. Mason was bragging about his excellent play on the course and Cutler naturally followed it up with “At school I farted!”.

On an unrelated happening, later in the movie there was a scene in Planes where it looked like the lead character, Dusty, had possibly perished.  The theatre was very silent until Cutler asked in a pretty loud voice, “Is he dead?”.  The movie was good, but I think this gave the audience the biggest laughter.

This past Sunday we made the decision to add another member to the team, a fun loving, trouble seeking, hopefully quick learning four month old black lab.  The boys are ecstatic to have him around.  I am enduring mixed emotions as I am constantly having to teach him what toys he can play with and what he can’t, yet he is loving enough at times to just lay by my feet as I work.  Melanie is experiencing a puppy for the first time, so I think she may be overwhelmed.  It definitely makes us miss Tau, but we are really enjoying bringing Rookie into the family.

Mason walking off to start another tough day at golf camp.  Yesterday he told me that he parred a par 3 and even hit one over a lake.  I didn’t believe him until I talked to the instructor today and he verified.  I am thinking it might be time to home school him and forget all other sports.  Spending six hours on the course per day should get him on the tour by 18.