Small one dragging clean laundry through the dirt on the patio {my reward for being 'green'}. Big one digging up plants {have you ever tried to locate an uprooted cucumber sprout in your lawn? The search for the fountain of youth is more rewarding}. Me taping Noah's Ark back together {big one's inner book monster made a resurgence - why don't they teach basic library repair skills in Lamaze class?}. I say zig; they zag. Eyes glazed, I mutter to no one, Folly is bound up in the heart of a child - this is not personal.
