There was a lot of it on the deck this afternoon. It was a sample of what life might be like with four boys.
I am impressed with the amount of fighting that goes on while boys play. There was squirt gun shooting, plastic bat sword fighting, crying, yelling, wrestling, running, and furniture dismantling.
Strangely, nobody asked for crayons, play do, or paint.
I hid in the screened porch where, eventually, Tikka joined me.