Time to pick up the speed

At the park this afternoon, the boys were having an amazing time. And really, who could blame them? It was 62 degrees, sunny, and at least three other families we know were there. They were having fun running, chasing, digging, sliding, climbing, and playing pretend. I was enjoying time spent chatting with friends and just feeling the sun on my face.

At one point, all of the older kids were talking about their teachers:

I'm in Mrs. Schimming's class.

Oh, really, I've got Adlemeyer.

You go to Lincoln School? I'm at Washington.

Ethan, never one to be left out, says, "Yeah? Well, I go to home school. My mom is my teacher."

This is his latest, to tell everyone that he isn't in preschool, but goes to homeschool. He then explains that he is learning his sounds, plays puzzles, and practices his tracing.

Later on, when I was trying to get the kids to leave (after the five minute and two minute warnings of course), Ethan simply said no and took off running. He was laughing so hard. I watched him for a minute, and then decided to play a little bit more. I started chasing him around the grass. He looked back at me and said, "You know what Mom? You're really kind of slow."

Guess it's time to get training. I will never keep up with these boys!