Tikkabik

Bob's had a lot of dad-supervised time with other boys this weekend, which is actually a bit unusual. He's not exactly isolated, but we all have really busy schedules around here so he hasn't had a lot of leisure time to just hang around with other boys his age.

A friend of his from the bus and his older brother invited themselves over on Saturday, and hung out for most of the afternoon. They played video games for a little while before I kicked them out of the house. Then I found them whacking each other with plastic wiffle bats in the back yard -- ostensibly "swordplay," according to the kids. I decided to take them for a walk and we went down the pond (Bob was dragged kicking and screaming -- walking the neighborhood ain't his thing).

We saw a baby snapping turtle about the size of a half-dollar piece, then we explored the cranberry bog next to our subdivision and the boys spent the next hour or two catching (and releasing) frogs. All of them had an awesome time. At least that's what they told me, and I have no reason to not believe them.

This afternoon it's more of the same -- our friend and neighbor from up the street dropped her two older boys to play with Bob and they've spent most of the day playing video games. Sure, it rots their brain. I don't care. He deserves to have mindless fun every once in a while.