Nine is the number of the day here; we hosted nine boys as
they celebrated our grandson’s ninth birthday. As the story goes, they stayed up most of last night while
supposedly sleeping in a tent, but that didn’t slow them down today!
These energetic bundles of male energy did it all: swimming,
kayaking, tube riding, cannon-balling out deep from the pontoon. And of course, eating, and eating
again! One hovered over a freshly
baked pan of brownies mid-afternoon and asked, “Could I have two? Or no, I mean four?” Then he snickered as his hands hovered
over half the pan, ready to pounce.
“Actually, I mean eight?” Hmmmm. How about nine while you’re at it?
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