I wasn't sure I'd be able to get all the kids together this week for my 'four kids in a frame' project, as my son has been off at boy scout camp. We have missed him.
We went to a local beer, wing and music festival on a beautiful evening while he was gone. The girls weren't much for wings, and went for their own hot dogs. They play together so nicely, but this week I really realized how wild they get together--and how much my son does to squash it. Either he gets irritated by the craziness, or he senses that I am, and he manages somehow to direct them in some other way. He is a future camp counselor. But this night, without him around, it was too hard for me to get my belly up and down from my bag chair and they couldn't hear my voice above the hub bub, so wild they were. And they had a ball.
My son made it back safe and sound this morning--also dirty and stinky.
We all loved on him anyway.
Why is the dog the one who got all his? :)