The good day

The children were at each other by 9 am. It was constant and loud. I made a judgement call. Spend the day cleaning and blowing my imaginary referee whistle or get out of the house. I chose the latter. We first ran to our favorite farm to see what produce was available. None was. Not a single piece of lettuce or a berry was to be found. Disappointing, to say the least. We had our picnic lunch, fed the ducks and discovered the ice cream parlor was open. Of course it was.

 I think he liked it.

From there we ran an errand and then visited the local park where the creek was explored, monkey bars were mastered and the swings were utilized until someone accused  their mother of being "too old" to swing.

It was a good day.