This weekend is one of my favorites in my new town: Book Sale Day! In addition to getting to paw through two church rooms full of books, there are other things going on as well. Kids are fundraising for their various activities, someone sells fabulous veggie chili, people from town mill around with their kids and dogs, and the Historical Society holds an antique show. Ordinarily, I am not an antique show kind of girl, but my Uncles sell antiques and they are always at this show.
When we stopped by the first time to say hello, the kids immediately spotted an old croquet set and Steve and Don were perfectly happy to let them play with it. The went racing around the field smacking the balls, until that got boring and they started using the mallets for hammers and then pogo sticks. The balls became props for other sale items. Apparently, they fit quite nicely on top of candlesticks. The candlesticks then became toys. I’m sure you can see where this is going. Each time the boys stepped up their game, I objected, told them to be careful, cautioned them not to touch or break Steve and Don’s stuff, but oddly my uncles didn’t seem to care. This confirms either one thing I’ve always known, that they love the boys a whole lot, or another thing I’ve always suspected, that “antiques” are simply old junk cleaned up a little, and with a good press agent. It’s probably a bit of both.
Regardless, they have set the boys up to not be allowed at antique shows as I had to tell them regularly (and frequently loudly) that they couldn’t touch other people’s stuff the way they had done with Steve and Don’s. While they might not care if something glass gets knocked over and smashed, that older lady on the other side of the field certainly would.