This morning, Charlie came outside looking like this:
Some explanation was required.
Me: "What does your hat say? Oh, Ghost Busters.* Have you ever even seen Ghostbusters?"
Charlie: "No, but I heard the song at school before."
Me: "So what made you think of the Ghostbusters?"
Charlie: "Well, I busted Cubby over the head. This is my highest caliber weapon."
Right. Got it.
Shortly before that, I made them all come outside for a photo. My dad had requested that I have them pose by a birthday sign for his aunt, who is deaf, homebound, and turning 90 years old. So I made what is possibly the worst birthday banner ever and shoved my four kids plus the puppies in front of it.
I took 25 pictures. In some of them Cubby's giant head is blocking half the banner. In others, Cubby looks as if he's throttling one of the puppies. In another, Jack is scowling because I didn't let him hold a puppy. But this one was pretty good.
Further establishing my complete lack of Pinterest credentials.
The best part of this, though, was when I was telling the kids about Aunt Teresa, I told them that my dad used to go stay at her cabin in northern Wisconsin, which had no indoor bathroom. "And that," said Charlie, "is probably why she's lived so long."
You heard it here first: The Fountain of Youth can be found in an outhouse.
* It actually said Gost Busters, but close enough.