A New Low

I just went outside to find Cubby playing some camping game on the porch, with Charlie nowhere in sight. I walked around the corner of the house and came upon Charlie waddling away from the patio by the dining room door with his pants around his ankles.

"What are you doing, Charlie?" I say with justifiable suspicion.

"Nothing," he says in a way that would arouse any half-witted mother's direst forebodings.

"Did you just pee?"

"No." Still with that tone of voice that lets me know he is surely lying and definitely did something naughty.

I look past him and see Cubby's rubber boots by the door.

"Charlie, did you pee in Cubby's boots!?"

"Noooo." This time with a smile.

Of course he had. OF COURSE.

I really, truly, and honestly don't even know what to do with these boys sometimes. I mean, WHY? Why pee in the boot with the whole outdoors at your disposal?

The Y chromosomes running rampant in my house will destroy me in the end.

Blackrock's Official Color of June Is . . .

Mulberry. Sounds like a paint color, right? 

And Mulberry Hands are a definite Thing around here. No paint required.

Four Boys and a Tractor

A. bought his own Father's Day present today.

Our multiple boy children approve.

It's a C Series Wheel Horse circa 1980s. That's a garden series tractor; not just a lame lawn tractor like our old one that A. is retiring from mowing. This one can pull a garden plow or push a snow plow. Or make one father very happy on Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day to all fathers everywhere. May your day reach new-tractor levels of happiness.