Ronon wanted to take Kaylee to the “Timmy fence” and be all dramatic with her. They crack me up.

I adore how much these two bookends get along. And I adore our Sunday walks.

When you’re grocery shopping with your oldest and she tosses plantains into the cart with a breakfast request you go home a cook. We forgot the avocado, but the two oldest didn’t complain.

Ronon and I have been going on Sunday afternoon walks. It’s usually just the two of us. Kaylee occasionally joins us. We walk up to the Vet Collage to see the livestock. It’s a good time. And for months Ronon has been watching all the Jurassic Park movies with me. ALL of them. And chatting about them.

Rononism: After watching me weave through to the other side he approached the fence cautiously.

R: “I just need to check for electricity.”(Gingerly touches.) Okay. It’s fine.

Me: “Come on Timmy! You can do it.”

R: “I’m not Timmy. Timmy dies.”

Me:”Ya, but only for a minute.”

R: “He.Still.Dies.Mom.”

Ronon cleared the non electric fence and did not die. He’s no Timmy.