Well, we arrived at the school bus stop a little bit early one day last week. So the boys wanted to play in the snow bank while we waited. I said yes, but with a bit of trepidation. Remembering the last time I said “yes” and two of the boys climbed trees and lost their gloves up high in the branches. And my instincts were spot on. Sweet Boy#2 lost his boot down a deep deep hole of snow just as the bus pulled up. I had to scramble up the embankment and dig out the boot as he hobbled to the bus barefooted. Ok Kristen, follow your instincts.
Sweet Boy#1 and the camp cook’s grandson invented a new game this week. Both boys put a laundry basket on their heads. They stood facing each other at either end of the hall. Then boom! They would charge each other like pre-teen rhinoceroses and crash into each other head first. It was fabulously entertaining and they spent a fair amount of their Saturday thusly engaged.