36 Hours

On Saturday afternoon, September 6, the kids were doing this:

And a lot of this.

36 hours later...on September 8 we got THIS!

..and we got it ALL day!

Lincoln's Take on School

For the past couple of mornings this massive, orange, cylindrical tube swallows up my kids and doesn't spit them out until suppertime. I have attempted to sneak aboard, but the gaping mouth snapped shut right in front of me.  This morning I attempted to bite the tail as it once again swallowed the little masters--but to no avail as a bellow as black smoke rushed into my face, disorienting me, as the tube shot off down the road.

Perhaps even more disconcerting is the fact that the big master stands and allows this all to happen.  When I nibble at the children, I get a whack.  But when this, this THING eats her children she is smiling and waves and happily holds me by my collar to prevent me from investigating this new enemy.  Then she happily makes her way back down the driveway with the smallest ones--not a concern at all that her other young have been eaten.  This is indeed, a strange species.

 At suppertime I realized that the cylindrical tube returns to vomit out the children.  I imagine they did not digest well.  That ought to settle that.  You do not eat something that has made you sick.  But again, this morning the 'tube' ate the children.  I am extremely confused.