My husband found a box of lincoln logs in a pile of moving-out trash curbside. Trash-picking is a perk of having neighbors and in the city, we have a lot of neighbors. Both our children's bikes were trashpicked.
The lincoln logs are more remarkable for my children because we are reading about Laura and Mary's Pa who builds houses.
Like Pa, Genevieve has been building houses with whatever she can get her hands on - she calls this creation in the backyard an ant house.
Ben likes Lego.
When my children's faces look like this, I ask them do they have a mommy.
And if yes, why does she let them go around with such dirty, snotty faces?