Mr. Bones

The other day, Max comes bounding in the door after school with Mr. Bones, the skeleton in hand. He can't wait to add him to our Halloween decorations.

Landon and I both suggest that he display it proudly in his bedroom.

Max wants nothing to do with that. He wants to make sure that everyone can enjoy the skeleton. You see, holiday decorations are very important to Max. He is always the first to remind me when it's time to pull out them out, and he makes sure that we display every. last. one. Even the cheezy ones I made in college.

Good thing I have Max, for without him, our home would look genericly un-holiday-ish every Valentines Day, Easter, Halloween, and Thanksgiving.

So, a few minutes later, I walk down the hall and this is what I find. Notice how Mr. Bones is pointing to Max's school picture. This is because the skeleton is telling us, "This is Max's room."

About an hour later, while Max is out playing with friends, I hear Sadie laughing so hard she can hardly speak. "Mom! Come look at this."

What a comic that big sister is. Unfortunately, we had to put his arm back the right way because Max is very OCD--I mean...particular about his creations.