As I was walking up the driveway to my dad's house this weekend, I heard maniacal screams coming from the backyard.
Having three half-brothers under 9, I didn't think this too big of a deal, but wandered back there anyway to investigate.
My two older brothers (they're 9 and 7) had my youngest brother, who's almost 4, closed in a large cardboard box and were beating the box with various objects. Ben had a rake and Nathan had a Playschool gas pump.
I was horrified, then immediately amused.
Peter, the prisoner, was screaming with joy.
I'm glad we're providing such educational and culturally enriching activities for our children.
And yes, we own a Playschool gas pump. Us Lawrences are very into gasoline, you know.
1 comment:
That is amazing.
Had a nice hearty chuckle as I read that.
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