Buttercup

I'm am sitting listening to kids play in the backyard. They seem to have a whole world in their minds. I just don't know how the other kids seem to mesh with each others thoughts so well. I assume I had the talent as a child but alas and alack I have lost it with my childhood. They are making butter cups. I asked if they knew what buttercups were and Allie wanted to know why I wanted to know "was is becuase it was a bad word"? Later I hear Allie tell Liesel they made their buttercups wrong it has come out cereal. Liesel then replies "I followed the recipe." Allie who is "in charge" says "we'll just have to try it again, we must have our buttercups." I have no idea where they even heard the word buttercup.

On a different moment they were digging in the dirt hill when they found a treasure. Much excitement and yelling hurray had them running to me with their hard earned treasure. It was a kitchen spoon I gave max to play with yesterday. I didn't try to tell them, they were so exicited at the thought of a treasure that had probably been there for a very,very long time. One mans spoon is another child's treasure...