I picked the boys up from school. It had been a hot day, and I was greeted with immediate requests for iceblocks on the way home.
The need for iceblocks became more and more urgent with every sentence. They wailed and debated on the way home, unimpressed with a mother who didn’t agree with meeting their desire for iceblocks on this particular day.
“But we are SO hot…” one lamented.
“You could have a shower when you get home?” I reasoned.
“That won’t help!” the other cried. Apparently ice blocks were the only answer. It was painstakingly obvious we were in the final weeks of school and all reason had gone out the window.
It wasn’t too long before the warm afternoon was thwarted by running through water spray and buckets of water being thrown around. It wasn’t too long before the ice blocks were long forgotten, and the crying turned into squeals of laughter.
Oh, the simple joys of childhood and finding bliss under the sprinkler in the backyard.
Joining in the 52 Project at Practising Simplicity ~ a portrait of my youngest boys every week in 2015.