O Rockwell, Where Art Thou?

We had a great trip to downtown fire station today with our homeschool field trip group -- the trucks, the siren, the ten firemen sliding down the pole, the fire safety video, the works. Except that Caroline was traumatized (as in, covering ears and cowering in my lap) when the firefighter put on his gear, including face mask (I'm thinking, oh, this is baaaaad news if this child is ever in a fire and a firefighter comes in to get her!), a good time was had by all. And it was even a decent temperature, with a breeze, around 9:30 this morning. That was before it got up to 99 this afternoon. Sigh. Summer is so inevitably and unforgivingly here.

Highlight of the car ride home:
Caroline: "When Eliza and me marry, we will have a big red dog named CLIFFORD!"
Eliza: "When I grow up, I'm going to have a pet poodle named ... Elizabeth Perry. Which will be short for Pretty Princess."

Note to self: Work on concepts like: legal definition of marriage. And what it means for something to be "short for" something else.

But this, aha, THIS is the HIGHLIGHT of the day. When Tim arrived home from school, he came in with the most bemused expression to tell me that he'd just seen "the darnedest thing ever." Here's a pic:

They were posting this, painstakingly typed by Ian:

The backpacks contained hammers and nails. When they ran out of telephone poles, they came bursting in with with plans to BUILD THEIR OWN POLES, and convinced that Oscar's dad would let them use the saw.

Over to you, neighbor.