The landscapers who handle the communal elements of our development have been busy replacing the planting strip between the sidewalks and the street. Glory Be! Can I hear a hallelujah for marginally increased property values?! Clyde is fascinated by them. Because I thought "landscaper" was a bit much for his 1 1/2 year-old tongue, I told him they were "gardeners," which, let's face it, just doesn't have the same panache. Now, every time he sees them he yells "Gardener!" Gardener!" Not too bad because his pronunciation still needs a bit of work. Now, when Bonnie yells "Clyde! Look! There's a gardener for you!" Well, that's decidedly more embarrassing because she' crystal clear.
But lately, Clyde has taken to accusing the gardeners of petty crimes around our house. Whenever I ask where his sippy cup (or toy, shoe, etc.) is he says "Gardeners took it." Umm, yeah, I'm pretty sure they didn't come in our house and steal your sippy cup. And where did you develop this theory? Scratching head.
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