Picnics with boys involve lots of dirt and wrestling. And it's awesome. I inherited an old, worn quilt today salvaged from the depths of my grandmother's closet. It's the perfect picnic blanket. So we decided to take the bikes and the blanket and a basket of tomato sandwiches across the river to the park for dinner this evening.
Well, this is it....tomorrow morning marks the first of approximately 17 years-worth of first days of school for my first born. Get ready, Mrs. C, you're about to spend the year with one of the world's greatest kindergarteners.
-- His Mommy : )