This is my boy and his best bud. When they aren’t wilding the neighborhood (more on that later) – they climb.
Trees, fences, big rocks, barriers to sewers – nothing can stop them. They pack a snack, they make plans, and they go.
Sometimes they come back with a nice wild flower or funny story. Most times they have be hunted down and brought to justice for being late for soccer or baseball or piano or life.
After raising a girl who likes to do “inside” things like her Mom, it was a shock to my system to get this little monkey. But I’m catching on. I yell. A lot.
There are more than just these two hooligans in the gang – but I need to ease you into this life of crime.