When the warm weather finally arrives to our neck of the woods we head outside. We paint our drive way with brilliant colored sidewalk chalk. We walk to school. We walk our neighborhood to take inventory on the new pets that have taken up residence. And we play for hours at the playground. But when it is time to go home the boys plead with me as if this is the only day they will ever get to play outside all year long. "Please mommy, one more time down the slide" Nathan begs. Brandon's eyes are always wide with panic "peese mommy mooore!" One more time down the slide turns into five and they always make sure to never, ever make eye contact with me. Eye contact means the end of all fun.
By the time I get both of them corralled Nathan is pouting and won't talk to me and Brandon has crocodile tears brewing. It's a pretty pitiful site to see. We walk home and slowly the boys start talking to me again. Promises of whipped cream and strawberries always seems to bring the smiles back.