Since Mississippi is finally starting to consider autumn, we can at last go and tackle the playgrounds after kindy. Even a couple of weeks ago it was too hot to be sensible, but the temperatures have eased up just enough and the Base has a spectacularly huge playground by the marina. It's perfect.
My question: what child doesn't want to be pushed on the swings? Berry wants to be in the swing, and she wants the swing to be swinging... but every push – even the occasional push – is met with "NO push! Mine!"
I wonder if most mothers sometimes consider their offspring and say, in their heads, "WHY ARE YOU SO STRANGE?"
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No. None of us do. You are the only one. :)
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ReplyDeletelove hearing stories like this! it is exactly the sort of thing my son would do!
I do constantly and mine are 19 and 15. Sometimes I feel like they are aliens. :)
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ReplyDeleteYour notes on what you would tell your 20ish self really hit home.
Love your blog--and your work! have bought several times under my Rachie2 alias and will be back again to read and to buy!
ReplyDeleteI've been caught thinking that stuff a lot. They are strange little creatures. Adorable, but strange. I love 'em.
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