A Kick in the Nuts
Last night, Liam convinced me that it was a good idea to swing him up high enough so that he could grab at bunches of leaves and kick walnuts with his feet. We kept having to stop each time Sam and his traveling volleyball show got to within ass-leveling range, and then it would take four or five times to get him up into the branches again.
I paused several times to wonder about the safety of this activity, but his belly laughs whenever he touched the leaves kept me going.
If Jill had looked outside and seen what we were doing, she’d have probably come out and kicked some nuts herself.





