The kids and hub tried out the skim boards they made the other day, and I'm happy to report that no one was hurt.
My Boy brought a friend along and while they were digging a huge sand hole in the earth I overheard this conversation between two 9 year old boys:
My Boy: My sister was in her first dance recital last week.
My Boy: Yeah, her whole class was dancing and looking at the teacher back stage following her steps. K was the ONLY ONE who didn't have to, she new the whole dance by heart!
Oh my goodness, how sweet is that?
Between the Nerf Sand Wars and talking about digging to China via their sand pit, My Boy thought it was important to share with his friend about K's dance recital.
I was so touched.
But, not so much surprised.
Ever since my son was little, he has looked up to his big sister and has adored his little sister.
I remember being a tad worried when he'd come home from preschool with PINK items.
"Mommy, it's pink because I made it for my sister!"
The love of it all.
He is such a sweetheart.