Something happens when you go on vacation. Sometimes your mind goes on vacation too. Dad and Kyle had been eager to go fishing since we arrived. At least 15 times a day we would hear the computer generated voice on speaker phone announcing the status of the generators at the dam. "He" would say, "Heh-wo, This.is.a.com.puter.gen.er.ated.mess.age." Every time the answer would be zero. Which means nothing to me, but apparently translates to good fishin'. So, the night of Day Two Dad and Kyle spent a good amount of time getting the fishing gear ready. Kyle used his fishing vest, the kind with a pocket for everything. He meticulously put each and every thing in its assigned place. So, you can imagine my surprise when Mom and I are getting ready for our shopping trip and I get a call from Kyle. He wants to know if I can bring him his fishing vest. What? No way to explain it, except he had vacation-brain.
small, tiny confession to make. If you read yesterday's post, you know our ordeal with not trying on clothes before buying. With a sleeping baby in my arms, I chose to forego the trying-on-clothes-before-buying-rule and snatched up a lovely dress. Fortunately, it fits like a glove. : )