We love our backyard and sandbox. Greta and Jack love the wet sand and make me cookies. Greta always sniffs the lilies and denies it, but there is always yellow dust on her nose. It is her fairy garden, wild and un kept, but perfect for a vivid imagination. Jack always tries to get the hose out to fill the pool - the boy loves to live it up. He is busy and quick to find entertainment. Little does he know that he is the entertainment.
Jack wears his underwear backwards with the picture on the front. He likes his shoes on the wrong feet better, and he narrates. He doesn't stop the flow of thought from his lips, that boy tells it all. It is a constant stream of fact and knowledge and then a thoughtful recap if you gave him no response. And, the best part about it is that Jack, new to language, sounds like Buckwheat from the Little Rascals. Never a dull moment.
May July stay a while.
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