Big Boss

I have no idea what Wm was talking about with that whole story about the hand picture at the art show.  Because here is the actual picture he had on display:

Definitely not a hand.  A "robot destroyer."

It is the PERFECT holiday weekend.  Warm and sunny, but not super hot. The boys went out to play some catch with the new football Wm got for his birthday!

My favorite thing that happened today was when Wm and I were driving to Target. Steve went over to a friend's house to watch some big soccer match and while he was gone, Wm and I decided to hit up Target.  When we walked outside, we discovered that Steve had taken the 'Bu and left us his old heap.  As we were driving along, Wm goes, "I have no idea why Daddy drives such a crappy car when he is the Big Boss at work. I mean, shouldn't have a really nice and fancy car?" I asked him how much Steve paid him to say that (since I have heard that, almost verbatim, out of Steve's mouth many a time.) When Steve got home from the soccer game, I told him what Wm said and he yelled, "EXACTLY! That's what I say!" I told him that he definitely needs a new car before next winter because that thing is not safe to drive on the best of days.  Steve has spent, literally, the rest of the day glued to the web searching for cars. I want him to get something really fuel efficient (Nissan Leaf, FTW!), but, sadly, Steve wants something that has "muscle" and that he can "feel humming." Because he hates the environment. Here is what he is plotting (DEFINITELY not the 105mpg that the Leaf gets, I'll tell ya that!):