It's Not Really Saturday At All!

So how many view me through a reader and saw those Saturday Shots that I posted? Have I mentioned that it's been a tough transition for me this week? I'm grateful that today is Friday and not Saturday. It's one more day to get work done, and try to reacclimate to this thing called Life.

I have no idea what that Texas sun did to my brain, but it's been completely and totally fried.

In this week of weird transition, I've been highly entertained by the kids. Luke decided that he wanted to put on a magic show for us, so the family gathered around and watched in amazement as he pulled things out of his hat, made candy by magic, wrote in invisible ink and other standbys of the magically inclined. We were certainly amazed; mostly at how well he did in pulling off the sleight of hand. We clapped appropriately at the end of each act, and completely made his evening.

But while we enjoyed Luke's act of entertainment on the patio one summer's eve, Micah's was more like The Never Ending Show. The boy thought it would be fun to try his hand at magic, so he took over the discarded items that Luke walked away from. We had to clap when he picked something up, and again when it was placed in the magic hat. When I say that we *had* to clap, I mean that if we didn't, Micah would come over, yell, and take our hands to show us what to do with them. This also applied if one of us decided to get up and leave, or move seats, or otherwise do anything that didn't involve watching his every move and clapping frequently.

Becky said he'll have quite the well-paying gig if he keeps up this magic thing. Baffled, I asked why, because obviously he wasn't performing any magic. "He'll charge people money to get in, then charge them to get away."

That girl has a very valid point.