Tonight after dinner we took a family walk at Ezra's insistence. He loves to orchestrate events - I see a career as ringmaster of the Ringling Brother's Circus for him, complete with megaphone. We walk around the block like a parade gone mad. The boys toss a football over our heads while the dogs pull and poop into the neighbors' yards. Everyone has to kiss the cow when we pass and the noise rolls out from our group and through the windows on every street. Sisters carry sisters and we end our stroll with a stop at Grandmom's house. Ezra knows what he's talking about.
No comments:
Post a Comment