Oh yeah..

And...
Emmet screams, screams!, "airpane! airpane!" anytime he sees an airplane, or hears what he thinks is an airplane. And he doesn't stop until you say, "Yes, Emmet I see the airplane."
Likewise, a slide or swing or anything resembling play equipment, "Paygroun! Paygroun!"

The net enclosure is up around the trampoline. So jumping can commence. Already games have been invented with spray bottles and assorted balls. Emmet loves to be on the tramp', but not if anyone else is jumping. Then it's very swiftly, "Top it! Top it!"

Took a family canoe trip down the Rum River this morning. Sans dog, of course. It was delightful. Nice breeze, not to hot, virtually bug less, the boys were angels. They played with cat tails, and watched for dragon flies, and herons, and ducks and geese. They paddled a little bit. They ate fruit leather. It was only about an hour paddle, but still quite nice.

We picked corn for lunch. We found one ear that had gotten really too old- starting to wrinkle, and totally blue. After the boys went up for a nap I tried parching it. I pulled the kernels off the cob and tossed them in a cast iron skillet with a little olive oil and salt. Then a slowly pan roasted them until they were brown and drained them on a paper towel. They are quite good; some crunchy, some a little chewy, but all sweet and salty and yummy.