greater love hath no boy than this...

that he share his grasshoppers with his sister.

no, seriously.

that's love.

it all started when two of our neighbors came over to play and they each brought pet hoppers, and oh, was he jealous! he kept asking to borrow them! you could tell he was just dying to have his own.

max, with grasshopper envy. i happen to think it's the most adorable thing ever.

early the next morning, max woke up and just had to have a grasshopper of his very own. so he and danny went for a little bike ride to a field near our house and caught TWO grasshoppers! oh, you should have seen the pride. he came running in my room, woke me up and put the jar of hoppers about six inches from my face. he could barely contain himself! he then promptly turned to lucy's moses basket and showed them to her. then set them in her moses basket with her so she could marvel at them appropriately. we about died!

later that afternoon, max took a trip up to idaho to spend the long weekend with grandma kettle while we were at the lake house for labor day. don't you worry, his pets came along. he held them the whole way there, and only shook them sometimes.

he came home with an empty jar. we were informed,

"my dasshoppers are at dwama's tabin. betuz dey are dead."

nice.

no worries, we have a new one, rescued from a life of boredom on the back porch. his name is GEORGE.

GEORGE JUMPY.

the end.