Kayaking

Did I mention we have the best sitter ever?  Nanny?  Sitter?  You pick the term, but you can’t have her, she’s ours.   Well, she’s half ours—we share her with my best friend and running buddy, but while she’s at home from college for the summer we’re happy she’s available to spend time with our children.

Today before coming over to get the children at eleven o’clock, I got a message asking if the children would like to go kayaking?  I asked them and my son was excited while my daughter insisted she was never leaving the house again.   It works that way here—only one child is ever for anything while the other child is vehemently of the opposite opinion.

Seeing as my children are five- and six-years-old, they didn’t have a lot of say so in the matter so I filled out the online waivers and packed a bag with snacks, towels and sunscreen.   They donned swim suits and when Morgan arrived were marginally ready to go, lacking only in lunch.

Two hours later the pictures started coming in of my children in kayaks, my son with our sitter’s mother (also a friend) and my daughter with Morgan herself.    And they were both paddling—something they’d insisted they wouldn’t possibly be able to do because it was too hard.

They both had such a nice time.    They’re always excited to hear that Morgan’s coming over to spend time with them.  

The Big Boy Update:  After today’s kayak trip my son arrived home asleep.   He paddled a lot apparently.   When I walked in the door Morgan was trying to get his swimsuit off his limp body so he could go back to sleep on the couch.  

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:   Before getting in the bath today my daughter, naked, pointed to herself and said, “what’s this little button?”  I said, “that’s your clitoris.”  She replied, “do boys have a clitoris?”  After telling her no, that boys had a penis instead she turned back to herself and said, “hello, clitoris.”  I swear folks, we can’t make this stuff up, it doesn’t get any better than a child’s unadulterated view on the world.