Feed the Birds

The best thing in the world for these two little boys, Bobby and Donnie was to meet each other.  Now like two peas in a pod, they did not want to be apart from each other.  When Bobby's mom came to pick him up, she was bombarded with pleas and false promises that they would always be good and do everything they were asked.  I apologized that I had no idea what the two had planned in private.  Normally, Ms. Andrews does not like to be backed into the corner but she had a soft spot for these two little boys who were so happy. After dinner, Bobby asked his mother if they would be able to watch Mary Poppins.  They promised to go right to bed after this movie as this was their first sleep over.  Ms. Andrews knew that the boys would be up half the night clowning around, but nevertheless, she agreed. When I went to pick up Donnie this morning, the roles were reversed.  Both boys bombarded me with wanting to spend the sunny beautiful Santa Barbara day together.  After asking Bobby's mom, we were off on our first adventure. "Bobby, what would you like to do?" "Let's go feed the birds!"  Simultaneously the boys exclaimed.

They might not be pigeons nor is this St. Paul's cathedral, but seagulls and the ocean are quite a remarkable sight.  With several bags of bread from Trader Joe's that had to be thrown away from the Casa Esperanza, we were off to the beach.  The weather today was 78 degrees.  A cold day in California :)  While we were feeding the seagulls, it made me think of another Disney movie.  The scene in Finding Nemo with all the seagulls screeching "Mine."  Mine."  Mine."  I made me smile. When we ran out of bread, I asked Donnie, "What would you like to do?" In sync, the two boys yelled, "Let's go fly a kite." I wonder where they get these ideas.