Little boys need backyards
Lucas, who is seven, and his buddy have been playing in the backyard all day. I heard the words “we’re making a catapult,” but didn’t dare to go out and see what was going on. A short time ago, his pal went home, and Lucas presented himself to me. His sweatpants were as you see above. His hands were absolutely filthy. “I have at least five splinters!” he said, as if he were talking about gold doubloons.
“Did you have fun today?” I asked.
It’s nice to have a backyard again.