He lives in a pineapple under the sea

Took the grand kid to the airport this morning for his flight back to St. Louis, home. Four weeks or a little less that the five year old has been staying here. Sponge Bob Square Pants will be in my mind for weeks. Maddox, aka Maddy, Madoo, Madman, Mahouligan, babe.

Master Maddox is on a year around school plan so he doesn't get one long summer vacation, just four quarterly short breaks. I actually turned the channel to Sponge Bob just now to see what's up since the regular fair is so bad. Squidward was making a bet with Sponge Bob that he couldn't go a whole day without crying. And the Wii has gone back too, we had made it up to the first level of the V session in the D.R.I.V.E. lessons. Yes, that's a Sponge Bob product too. The infectious little tune will be rolling around my brain for weeks as well.

We built a sailboat (and sailed it), climbed a hill, swung the swing, watched a train, explored a sunken boat, sat in the hot tub, rode bikes, got the mail, looked at a frog, cleaned the pool filter, ate breakfast, and sometimes did absolutely nothing at all. In the words of Madoo, "Grandpa Jim and I are really good at doing nothing".

Want to keep lively? Give a 5 year old a hose with a sprayer. See you in June.