Last week, our teenagers came into the cabin and took the chairs that our husband and I normally sit in.
- They sat there sighing as they left the bathe their bodies.
My son, who is six, told me that it was difficult working out in the hot, cruel sun. I had to hide our smile as I asked him what he was working at? He told me that he was picking up the rocks in the yard. I asked him why he had to chance up rocks out of the yard and he told me it was because he put them there, and he rolled his eyes. He sat there with the recliners pushed back and his eyes closed. He whispered a ‘whew’ as he wiped his forehead. He told me the felt appealing and all he needed was a cool drink to make his day. I went out to the living room and pulled out the ice cream and made him a milkshake. I took it in to him and he looked over at his brother. He said that he needed and a drink as much as he did. I offered his the other milkshake I had behind our back. I asked his what he was doing that required and a freezing drink. She told me he was cleaning up all of the dead bugs from the sidewalk. Now I was curious since our son had rocks and he had dead bugs. They told me they were having a contest on who could kill the most ants by throwing rocks at them.