...are why the rat race kind of issues that arise at swimming lessons (see yesterday's post) bug me so much. Our life is just so not that. Example:
Iggy and Ooky decide they are going to build a tent out of gym mats.
At some hour of the night (that I'm sure i'm a terrible parent for letting them even know exists) they crawl inside and snuggle in for a good night's sleep.
About three minutes later, the two campers arrive at my bedside and decide that since its a dadless night, hogpiling on mom would be far more fun than camping in that dark ol' tent anyway.
Perfect. And yes, that is my oldest son, Iggy, in a silky pastely pj top intended for girls. He bought it at a garage sale because it has bloodhounds on it and he likes bloodhounds "and the feel of silky things, mom."
You go, my big little man. :)