All My Children

A couple nights ago I saw our neighbor, Farmer Roger and his wife Betty at the end of our driveway. It was getting pretty dark out but they seemed to be unloading a peanut bale… in our driveway. As far as I know we don’t have any cows down there to eat them.

The Cotton Husband came home while they were here and I went on about my business – if they had trouble then he’d be a heap more help than I woulda been.

Yesterday morning the mystery was solved. This is what was at the end of my driveway.

 

We couldn’t WAIT for the girls to come home (they spend half the week with their father) and see it.

We could see them springing out of their seats on the bus before it even stopped.

 

Oh yeah… they had the coolest house on the bus route yesterday.

 

 

Lots of people think I have three children. That’s not true.

 

I have four. Here’s the biggest kid of them all. He’s in the baseball cap and flannel shirt.

 

 

It’s not enough just to have an enormous jack-o-lantern in our yard. No. You must risk safety in order for ANYTHING to be fun, right?

 

 

 

 

Apparently the boy in the red coat is more mature than the Cotton Husband. He was not about to be caught and thrown onto the peanut bale. He’s smart AND quick!