Boys on a Bridge

I'm so glad we've got neighbors with twin boys Sam's age; so glad, even, that I sometimes kind of ignore the fact that playing in the 'creek' makes me secretly hyperventilate about germs and snakes. I mean, he needs a break from the ovarian enclosure sometimes. We all do.

Sam's new concepts lately include: What makes a choking hazard, who has good manners, and one day questions about when we'll die, whether monsters and bad snakes live here, and what shovels are made of. He also continues to be a comedian and singer. This also continues to drive me nuts when it's time to get dressed.