Every now and then something happens to remind me of the fact that I stand alone amidst a bunch of boys. This past weekend, for example, served as a very muddy reminder.
We decided to venture out for a bike ride, despite the fact that we were still surrounded by melting snow and soggy conditions. For us, bike rides are never just bike rides. They're more like many brief little bike spurts divided by long stops on the side of the trail to explore.
I'm going to let these few pictures tell the story of our latest outing:
Boy #1: Hey! Can we stop and see that lake?
Me: It looks really muddy...
Boy #2: Hey! Let's stop and see that lake!
Me: I don't know guys, it really is muddy.
Boy #3: We're men, we can handle a little bit of mud!
Me: (Suddenly painfully aware of the fact that we just had our carpet shampooed last week) Ok, but let's stop and see it from over here in the nice dry grass.
Boy #1: (It feels suspiciously like no one is hearing me) Hey that looks like quicksand! I bet I can go further than you!
Boy #2: Sweet! Quicksand!
The rest of the story doesn't really require any dialog...