this weekend was a wonderful retreat away from the hustle and bustle. Dragon and i met the plastering guys and sallied forth to fetch Tiger from his sleepover. afterward, we drove down the parkway until we reached Callaway, enjoying the summer blooms and the birdsong and the gentle breeze. Once at Deborah's, with our homemadde chili simmering on the stove, the boys stripped off their clothes and played about in the creek. Deborah and i chatted and caught up while she cut out more circle skirts to fulfill the orders which seem to be coming in waves these days.
we watched as the boys were truly little boys, splashing and dashing and romping about, getting dirty and then getting hosed off so they could get dirty again. at one point Tiger exclaimed proudly, his arms thrown back and his chest arched in display, "Look mom: my wiener is all muddy!" Looking over, i saw his torso coverd in mud at least an inch thick, dribbling down his thighs to stain his calves. My brow wrinkled in concern at his pronouncement; i called back to him "When did you start calling your penis a wiener?"
we had a glorious two days.
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