You have to be a mother of a boy to understand what it feels like to find a rock left in their jeans pocket when you go to wash them. It isn't something I get upset about. It is proof that a little boy's world is always a treasure hunt.
My boys often have grass stains on their pants and holes in the knees. It is proof that tackiling the dog can be more fun than anything else you can conjur up.
Oh, of course, there are nights when the sofa is not used for sitting, but it is a plush landing for the newest superhero in town to make his brave entrance.
One too many times I have learned that Star Wars characters hide under the lampshades to get away from the evil Sith Lords.
Daily I am lectured that books are not to be read until bed time, but in the meantime they are tents for Thomas, Percy and James until they get back to tidmouth sheds....
It is so fun to have every moment filled with adventures and new ideas. My heart is full and my dreams are a reality. I would not have it any other way.
Here is to little boys who get dirty all day and still liked to be cuddled and loved when the sun goes down
he's going, going, gone!
