Farmer Bob

In the woods at "Au Bois Vert" after church

On Sunday morning the youngest Midgley announced to his mother that he wanted to go to church dressed like a farmer, found the previously-unworn outfit, and got dressed. 

But once at church he wasn't immediately sure whether it had been such a good idea, and stuck very close to his mom in fear of someone "laughing at him." I told him he was the best looking farmer I'd ever seen, none of the kids (apart from his brothers) actually laughed at him, and in no time he was comfortable in his threads and was off on a mission in the mud with friends.

Back at home later that afternoon he'd had enough though. "Mommy, please take my lungarees off now. I want to wear something else," he pleaded.

I'm not sure if the "lungaree" outfit will makes its appearance again any time soon.

Speaking of Evan ... A few mornings back he came in to his mom and dad's room and was caressing his mom, who felt that his fingernails were getting a bit long. "We'd better cut your nails," she told him.

"Not my nose!" he said, taking a step back in shock, all the while clamping both hands across his little schnoz to prevent his mom's offending clippers catching sight of it.