Boy+dead fish+stick=quality outdoor time

Ah, boys! They are delightful, aren't they? I love the way my boy, when I lean in to kiss him goodnight, latches onto me and cackles maniacally, saying, "I'm not going to let you go!"

And I love the way he manages to bring a little bit of grossness into my life. Like the other day when we were at the park. Beautiful day. Ducks on the water, birds in the trees, large dead catfish at the edge of the pond. Handy stick nearby. Score!

What better way for a boy to be a boy than to jab a dead catfish in the eye with a stick! I admit it. I treasured every moment of it.