Grasshoppers

This will likely not be a deeply profound or poetic post. I just want to write this down so I don't forget it.

I love my sons. There are so many great things about them. But recently I noticed something that made me smile. While I often bemoan the fact that there are no fireflies in Texas, my kids don't seem to mind (they don't miss what they don't know, I guess). While I'm busy being sad for them that they do not have the experience I had when I was a kid, they are busy substituting a different bug for summer collections. They catch grasshoppers.

Even better, though, is the way they catalog their catches. They have names for the different types of grasshoppers, like "Biggie," "Camouflage" and "Gigantor." I think it's hilarious and beautiful.

I knew I had to write it down when, the other day, Brennan stopped in mid-route while playing football in order to drop down like a flash of lightning to capture a "Green Gem" that his foot had just disturbed.