Oh to be three...

The latest adventure in the McNair home came just recently when I caught Ian throwing leaves over the fence at the little boy next door. They were having a wonderful time. As I got a closer look at the leaves, a small "uh-oh" began to seep out of my mouth. Those were "special" leaves. A day later my thoughts were confirmed. Ian's face was blown up like a balloon with a red poison ivy rash all over it. We are nearing the end of the crisis at this point. Only a few dry patches on his face remain. If you ask him if he wants to touch any more of those leaves, he scowls and says, "No! Dose weaves make me itch!"