Driving, driving, driving. We spent all day Friday driving. That is after we took Sweet Boy#1 to the Dr. to have his poor smashed thumb looked at. He slammed it in the car door. The thing shut and latched with his thumb inside. Lots of pain, but it wasn’t broken although he did get a cool splint and ace bandage. Then we drove to my folks house and then on to my brother and sister-in-law’s. We fell into bed to sleep and the next the the playing commenced. Mud pies, river systems dug, cats tormented, wrestling, pretending to be Komodo Dragons, watching “River Monsters”, Sweet Boy#3 spending an hour running around the lawn hitting random things with “mine club”–a wiffle ball bat, six icecream cones bought from the little shore side knitting store and icecream parlor, Sweet Boy#3 cleaning his bellybutton with a wrenched off barbie leg, watching it rain and hail and rain some more, climbing trees, terrorizing the volunteers at AWANA, manufacturing a shark feeding frenzy in the living room. Good times, the best of times, the salad days of childhood.