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An Afternoon on the Farm

An Afternoon on the Farm

My mother-in-law took the boys to church this morning. I cleaned the house, then laid in bed reading Keith Haring's journals. Whatever bug I had the past few days seems to have mostly lifted.

When the boys got home we went to the farm down the road, the one with the petting zoo and the old tractors that have been converted into slides. 

It has a jump pad this year. It seems every place I take the kids has a jump pad lately. The oldest had me read the rules aloud, not once but twice.

JumpPadRules

"Are you sure you read them all?"

"Yeah, those are all the rules. Why?" 

"Good. I wanted to make sure it didn't say 'No weapons allowed.'"

He'd been carrying an imaginary laser gun.

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Artists' Journals

Artists' Journals

Another Sick Day

Another Sick Day