What They Do....

Hey, Greyson. Did you know you're missing something?

Oh, you don't care?


My kids are so weird.

Of course, it could just be Canada. When the sun is finally warm, you're so glad you'll take a sun bath fully attired.

When they are not recumbent on the deck, my kids can be found...


Crouched.
Crouched in the dirt.
This is how a good part of their free time is spent.
This,


and saving Bambi.
Right, Tristan?
Where's Tristan?

Under this french newspaper, by golly. Even though we don't read french.

They'll all come running, though. Just pull out a mixing bowl and some hard boiled eggs and they'll line up to do this---


Smash eggs. It's so satisfying.