Yesterday Carson was invited over for playtime with a friend from school. Carson usually misses out on our play dates here at home because he's in school, so he and I were both very excited that he could have time with a classmate outside of class. When Classmate's mom called to set it up, she mentioned that Carson might want to bring a pair of boots. In case you haven't seen the news lately, MO has turned into a flooded mess this past week. She also thought it would be nice if Carson brought his bike and helmet because there are some fun trails around their property where the boys could go exploring.
Boots? Hmmm….Carson doesn't own boots. Not rain boots or snow boots or cowboy boots….I figure if the activity requires boots then it's clearly too messy. No boots.
Bike? We got Carson a bike two Christmases ago and I think he's tried to ride it twice. It still has training wheels. It's probably too short for him since he's now 6 and it was given to him when he was 4. No bike.
Exploring? Our definition of exploring is venturing ever so slightly over into our neighbors' green grass yard for one or two minutes at a time….or perhaps finding a new ride at Silver Dollar City.
So, I dropped Carson off bike-less, helmet-less and wearing an old pair of tennis shoes. The shoes were clearly insufficient for the amount of muddy play that was about to ensue, so Classmate's mom immediately offered a pair of their spare boots which they kept in a box on the front porch evidently for cases such as this when moms drop off their sons clearly unprepared for all the manly fun.
Their yard was a little boys play heaven. Expansive space, trees galore, small pond-ish areas, giant sticks, toy guns, tractors, four-wheeler toys. And plenty of mud.
When I went back to pick Carson up I found him with mud from his knees down, boots on, stick in hand running about the place in blissful glee. Classmate informed me that they had a wonderful time and said that perhaps next time Carson comes over he could help with their family project of cutting down a couple of trees near the house. The kids' job would be as the chainsaw loosens the base of the tree to pull on the large ropes at the top of the tree until it fell.
Chainsaw? Don't even get me started.
Thank heaven we're not all the same. How would we ever learn?
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