I don’t know what it is about little boys. They seem to be able to make swords out of anything…broomsticks, straws, wooden spoons…if it’s long and pointy and within reach, it becomes a medieval form of weaponry.
I spent last Saturday with a sword (random stick) swinging little pirate who bravely fought against imaginary aliens and monsters, as well as his older brother who was determined to find snakes with which to scare his mother. I think this is why God gave me girls. Because I’m not nearly as cool as their mom.
I loved just getting a chance to watch them interact and be totally and completely wonderful. And funny. So, so funny. You can’t help but smile.
