Jeff took a break from our weekend yard work and settled on the sofa with Giblet. Within minutes, he'd become very still and I thought that I'd be finishing our projects without Jeff's help. I was in the kitchen cleaning up lunch when I heard his quiet voice, "I wish I was Mexican."
When I laughed, he asked, "Don't you want to know why?"
"I know why," I told him. "You like siestas."
In fact, he did manage to do more yard work that afternoon and the yard looked lovely for our Memorial Day picnic.
Here are the birthday kids at our picnic.
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