They play.
They whine.
And occasionally cry.
They laugh.
They draw.
And usually skateboard.
They secretly like Harry Potter.
Believe mightily in aliens.
And usually have stinky feet.
Tonight, we went to the beach with the intention of light painting, however, because they are boys, no older than 12, who realized that the liquid inside of glow-sticks is TOTALLY AWESOME AND QUITE LIKELY TOXIC AND THEREFOR EVEN MORE AWESOME, the night quickly turned into a who-could-glow-better contest that eventually ended in tears.
We've adopted them as our temporary little brothers, and it will be a shame to have to leave them one day.
2 comments:
nice. good to see you posting.
Ahahaha, it's so funny how it actually did end in tears. God I love Edwin. That picture of him is so epic in so many ways.
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