There are days when a blogger has to rack her brains for something worth writing about. And then there are days when the kids write…er, act out…the material in real time.
I love those days.
Alex invited his bestie along for a field trip to the farm last week. They explored for a while…
and then, in the old hay barn, now filled with resting equipment, they found their memory of the day.
Clean up in a bucket? Oh heck. Might as well have a water war, too.
Well, fine, then. Let’s round out the day by burying each other in rocks.
Might as well bury all the boys as none.
And I overheard my father say to my mother, a mother of four girls: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t have four BOYS?”