Roald Dahl wrote, "A little nonsense now and then is cherished by the wisest men." And who says that there can too much of a good thing?
Things heard in my yard today from the boys:
- "Watch me! Watch me! WatchmewatchwatchmeWATCHME!" x 400
- "Jiminy Cricket woman, just take the picture already!"
- "How's my hair?"
Boy child tells me that he likes to make friends with the rough kids. Gentle children make him nervous. He worries about breaking them. I try not to think about Lennie from Of Mice and Men when he says things like this. There is an amazing amount of physical energy in these kids of mine and they like to wrestle. I've never seen either one of them back down from a conflict. As a parent I am both impressed and exhausted.
The blessing and curse of trampoline season is upon us. It was before eight o'clock this Saturday morning when the neighbor boy knocked on the door, wanting to jump. We're homeschoolers. Eight in the morning is still practically the night before.
On the other hand, with all that juvenile energy directed harmlessly into canvas and springs rather onto one another, it's worth falling down this particular hole.
