Yesterday, Dominic was reading the comics and suddenly looked up at Gary. With an incredulous tone of voice, he said, "Scientists call Pluto a dwarf planet?"
Gary responded, "Maybe it has a beard."
To which Dominic naturally replied, "And it's a natural sprinter!"
As if this were not enough to tell that our family is currently immersed in the Shire of Tolkien, a few hours later a dispute arose between the two youngest members of the household.
I was working diligently when I was set upon by two young hobbits asking that I resolve their disagreement. What was their heated debate about? Well, whether Legolas had a pony tail or a braid. After much searching of the internet for pictures of the back of Legolas' head, I gave up and told my hobbits to get along.
I also have one sweet child who does not want to wear shoes because he says that he has hobbit feet. His feet, he maintains, are uncomfortable in shoes. I completely understand. All this time I thought I was a redneck. Come to find out, I'm a hobbit.