Still More from Sunday

Good Grief.

I took 588 pictures Sunday evening.

It's taken me forever it seems just to LOOK at them.

Oldest Son has told me that I may only alter one out of every four pictures that I take but even that would take too long.

 Anyway...

We had a sprinkler, a tent, a pool, a bowling set, and food - lots of food, but when Oldest Son asked very nicely if he could play in the box of rocks I could not resist him.

Most likely it bothered him that there were cars AND dinosaurs, but - oh well.

A crowd gathered.

 Oldest Son amazed the niece and nephews with how he could swallow a handful of rocks and then knock them out of his ear and into his hand.

I fear tummy troubles in the future.

One $1.50 bag of pea gravel nicely fills an under-the-bed sweater box which I already had.