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The Wheels on the Car

Went round and round a lot this week, as we carted this little lad from Montreal to St. Tites, to Parc National de la Mauricie (or something like that...) and back to Montreal.

Oh, and that place in between, where Sebbie met the closest thing he has to some cousins!

But he has no shortage of great Aunts. Sebbie was pretty sure he wanted to climb the stairs to greet Aunt Cecile by himself.

So, since he insists on being such a big boy, we took him to get a haircut. And guess who cut his hair?

Ok, that was all lies. His Mama cuts his 'air. But you have to wonder - does Lucien Bouchard actually cut your hair, or do all the haircuts there make you look like Lucien Bouchard?

And if you don't like your haircut, you can always go to the splash park and wet down your hair in the sprinkler. And bask in your own personal rainbow. You have to love Quebec...

And for more than just le metro.

Sebbie tries his luck at fishing in Lac de Castor, (I think), on top of Mt. Royal. Really, all he was doing was poking the teeming goldfish with a stick.

And since that didn't work, he tried to give the stick away. It was clearly defective. These savvy little girls were on to him - they know there's no such thing as a free stick, and ran away willy-nilly.

And so we went in search of more gullible kids at the Parc National de la Mauricie. First we fueled up on chips...

...and then found the motherlode of kids!! They were all pretty smart cookies though. Lucky for us, there were also generous, since all we had for beach toys were a plastic spoon and a cracked beer cup.

And it's hard to dig a good lake with just a plastic spoon. Next time we go anywhere, ever, I am bringing a shovel and a bucket. Just in case.

And all that diggin' and pourin' and stompin' about made this lad too tired to go out for supper with the gang, so he and his Mama stayed home, and Sebbie very quietly opened Uncle Rejean's cupboard and opened every box of everything and poured it on the carpet, and it was only the crunch crunch crunch of the croutons between his tired little teeth that gave him away.

And in the interest of making this blog entry as ludicrously long as possible, let's just tack on another day:

Sebbie meets another sort-of-cousin (Cynthia's mom is Papa's cousin. So what does that make her and Sebbie? Second cousins?)

Who cares, they have a pool, and it's hot, and Sebbie is just itching and squirming to go in, and he had sooooo much fun, the only way we could entice him out was with an ice cream sandwich.

But then again, you also need an ice cream sandwich to lure him away from the storm drain.

Phew. And that was it for that trip. Time to stay home awhile.

Posted by Marlene at July 4, 2008 08:42 PM