Yesterday a model rocket definitely hit me. It was crazy. It was my fault, though. I didn't listen to Nathaniel when he told me to move. It even burned/left marks on my clothes. I'm okay, though.
At least I didn't end up like this poor army man; his rocket caught on fire.
Poor guy, he deserves a million purple hearts.
Nathaniel figured out how to make the rocket full of parachuting army men not explode today, and it worked. It was silly; one of the army men fell into the pool, and anouther needed to be rescued with a broom when he fell on the roof.
Rockets are fun, even if they attacked me a bit. I'm glad there is a hobby shop right down the street. Endless rocket engines; how silly.
Now I'm making cyclops snails out of teal playdoh. I heart snails made out of playdoh.
Yesterday and today have been really nice. I'm really glad they existed.