Is that mine?

Gavin has a new question that was really cute the first few times he asked - "Is that mine?"
At least he's asking, right? Yeah...'bout that...
He asks if every, single thing is "mine."
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"

It brings to mind a certain collection of seagulls...

It's not just the kids

I got "the look" because I wouldn't go down the steps and walk our big, old dog to the side yard. I told her she's a big girl and she can go on her own, but she out-waited me. I did eventually walk her to the gate. Neurotic old thing.

It doesn't have to make sense

Another conversation in Scrivnerburg:
(Andrew walks in the door after being gone for 3 hours)
Mom: "Purple."
Andrew: "Green."
Mom: "Orange."
Andrew: "Blue."
Mom: "Fuschia."
Andrew: "Black."
Mom: "Chartreuse."
Andrew: "Serendipitous."