Mama Diaries

Monday, September 12, 2011

Last Days of Summer

"Mom, I want to go swimming," my seven-year-old son said.

I looked at the thermometer.  "But it's only 76 degrees.  That's too cold!"

"Please, mom!  I made a pool on the side of the house."


Of course I had to check this out.

The young man had dragged his sandbox to where the hose was, and filled it up, all the way to the top.  "Do you like it?"

"Uh...."  Then I spotted the firepit box.  I lifted the lid.  A bag of marshmallows was inside.  "What's this?"

"Oh, after I was done swimming, I thought we could roast marshmallows, and I could sit in the box and eat them." 

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