Three 7 year old boys stayed at our house last night….had
pizza, made s’mores down the street… rode their bikes back at one point for more
marshmallows … and returned just as the sun set. They watched Tintin, played air
hockey and got ready for bed…and after an hour of restlessness they asked if I’d read a book to them. I read Time of
Wonder about a summer & a storm on an island off the coast of Maine. All three boys slept on the
bottom bunk and had pancakes this morning.
The genial simplicity of summer when you are seven.
The genial simplicity of summer when you are seven.