This morning Isaac and I volunteered at Kids' Food Basket, which meant Joshua didn't get out of the house. While I'm not a stickler for the "you need to get out of the house every weekday" rule, I do try to enforce it. Joshua decided to combine going outside with writing a poem on the driveway.
"I am chalk.
I can't go for a walk.
It's up to you if I can talk
For I am chalk.
The sky is getting dark.
I can 't hear a dog bark.
The rain is starting.
I am fading."
Horizon always comes into the kitchen when I'm making dinner, hoping for a treat. (He rarely gets one.) Today he hung out on the black step stool for a surprisingly long time. I wanted to put more dishes in the dishwasher, but also didn't want to move him. Needless to say, dishes didn't get in the dishwasher but I did remember to put sheets on the bed.
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