Food, Hopscotch, and Bob Ross

There's a place out in Kingston we like to go to eat called the Hilltop. It's been there for almost a hundred years. Almost as old as my dad!

We like to eat on the patio, behind the restaurant. We probably won't get too many more nice days this year when we can do this.

This is me, in my usual spot, on Wednesday.

See that sign in the back? Here's a closer look.

My dad likes the bottom part. "It's not what you do. It's what you get away with."

They have signs all over the place, actually.

That last one is hard to read. It says, "Unattended children will be given an energy drink and taught how to swear." WHAT THE FRICK?

There are chickens around the restaurant -- live ones, not cooked ones. It's funny to hear the rooster crow his head off. Mom and Dad say it reminds them of a rooster they called OOCC ("ook") at our old house. It stood for "Out Of Control Chicken," because the rooster crowed all day long. Someone actually called 911 because the chicken made too much noise. Yeah, those were the kind of people we lived around in Seattle. Here? Hilltop is out in the country, and Idaho people don't care about that kind of stuff.

Anyway, sometimes the Hilltop chickens will come over to check you out when you're eating. My dad has this ridiculous "Chicken Song" he sings (I don't know why; he's just weird), and sometimes when he starts in on his "bok-bok" thing, the chickens look over at him, like he's trying to talk to them!

We love this place!

Later that day, Mom and I rode our bikes out to a spot under the highway in town. Somebody put a basketball hoop there, so sometimes we go out and play HORSE, or LORI-HORSE, which is when Dad and I try to get the ball into Mom's bike basket while she rides. I love that game!

But today we took some chalk and played hopscotch. I saw someone else had drawn a hopscotch board the last time we were there, so I asked Mom if we could go back and draw our own. Mom actually played it with me! That was fun!

That was my day Wednesday. On Thursday, we went to Cracker Barrel (or, as my dad likes to call it, Crackage Barrel, because, again, he's weird). They had all their Christmas stuff out in the gift shop. Seriously? It's the middle of September. It's still technically summer. Where did Halloween and Thanksgiving go?

Anyway, Dad let me get this cute Bob Ross plushie. His big poofy hair is so funny! I love to paint, and I've watched some of his shows on YouTube. He painted "happy trees." He tried to make everything happy. I liked that about him. 

That's about it for this week. More to come!