Yesterday afternoon, Landon and I were running into Target to pick up a new battery-powered toothbrush for him (a GREAT idea for toddlers and pre-schoolers, by the way), when we saw a big, round ball of someone's hair weave blowing right towards us. We tried to move out of it's path, but the wind switched directions aimed it right at us again. We were running and hopping and trying to avoid the furry ball, cracking up the whole time. Landon asked me, "Mommy, what is that?" (A look of disgust on his little face.) What was the furry ball, according to Mommy, you ask? Why, "Tumbleweave" of course!! A brilliant description, right? Ummm, not so much. After making the mistake of teaching him this new word, I had to listen to Landon shouting, "Tumbleweave!!!" over and over throughout Target before dissolving into hysterics so violent that he could neither walk nor breathe. He would just say the word and then crumple to the floor. We were getting some "looks" as you can imagine. I wish I had had a video camera with us so you could see how hilarious it was. Now that it's in print, it doesn't seem all that funny.....Dang it.
(PS--By the way, we found out that showing Landon Google videos of tumbleweed in the desert has the same effect--ha ha ha)