there’s five eight year old boys in my house.
Along with Oscar and Jasper.
Grover is at my inlaws.
We’ve been to the park with some other friends.
It involved a car trip.
Oh my LORD the noise.
Isn’t it marvellous how boys who don’t really know each other just do the whole, ‘do you wanna play handball/soccer/footy’ and then just do so?
We’re home now.
They’re playing cricket, interspersed with handball, trampolining and some other game that seems to have more rules than actual activity.
One of them is inside playing with Jasper’s Thomas the Effing Engine toy we got him the other day that has a motorised component. He’s very intelligent and talking to me about how freaky it is that these parts work even though they’re not charged by electricity. He’s very intense and while I’ve always felt he was a little ‘weird’ in that creepy kind of way, he has greatly endeared himself to me in the last 10 minutes.
They’re such a nice group of boys.
It’s pizzas, movies and a sleepover tonight.
Breakfast will be strawberries (aren’t they just delicious at the moment) pancakes, bacon and maple syrup.

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