For some reason, our porch has been the place to be in the neighborhood lately. Despite the fact that my kids are a good 7-11 years younger than most of the kids in the neighborhood, I have had kids knocking on the door asking if they can come out and play. Of course I know the reason - its because my kids are awesome and super fun. And so am I. So who wouldn't want to hang out with us? Last week we had 5 friends over at the same time, it was an impromptu block party, I guess. As you can see, my kids don't like having these guys over. And given the fact that the three oldest spent a good 10 minutes arguing over which one of them I should ask to babysit, I'd say they don't like being with my kids either. :o) I didn't have the heart to tell them that at 10, 11, and 14 NONE of them will actually be babysitting my kids.
John Greenleaf Whittier BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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These are so cute!
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