Zach spent his birthday on foreign soil. In Toronto, his “art-aunt” served him birthday waffles for breakfast:
Later, King Zach and his sister made white masks, put on black clothes, and danced to Christian techno music under a black light. My kids love foreign soil!
Quick…what’s the worst thing in the world? Ha. You’re wrong! It’s bricklaying in the rain:
Zach’s room had a door leading out to the roof of the sun-room. As you can see, there are no railings on the roof. While I’m a firm believer in raising “free range kids”, I know where to draw the line, especially since the boy has been known to sleepwalk. In its place I installed a window. And since the room was all jacked up with debris, I went ahead and built him the mother of all loft beds:
You want one, don’t you? Send me a check for $10,000, and I’ll start work tomorrow. Oh and I’ll need a daily gourmet lunch during the install.
Here’s a hot tip. When the leaves fall like this:
Don’t waste time raking them. They’re pretty! Do what I did…let nature take care of it’s own business:
See? They’re gone. And in the spring when it all turns to muck, the kids can have fun playing in a giant mud-pit.
