peeling bum away from the wii is no easy chore but sometimes it just has to be done.
there's not much time before his withdrawls start kicking in, so we hurried to the hilltop for a semi-picnic pizza lunch. would have loved to have an ice cold pop with that but bum spilled that all over the back seat in record time. ice, lid, straw and all. and i only got one lousy sip.
yep, summers here alright.
here's for discovering new trails, dirty little hands, flowers for mama, droopy potty pants, and muddy shoes.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells