I remember summers where my cousin would come and spend a few days or even a week with me. We would stay up late, get up early, and play hard all day. We would ride our bikes like we were in a NASCAR race and disappear to the horse barn for hours. Then, when it was time to go home, we would have concocted a sneaky plan on how I could now go home with her for a few days. We would convince our parents at pickup time. Low and behold, I could magically produce a well-packed bag for at least a three night stay.
This week has brought back those memories. Our nephew is staying with us for a few days this week. Little Buddy is loving it. Being an only child, I think he has played to his heart’s content (well, almost) everything that he could imagine as if he had a sibling. Without the fussing. They have played with Legos (and more Legos), basketball, jumprope, Wii, sidewalk chalk, and more. They have gone swimming and biking and have taken long nature walks on our farm. They have enjoyed crawling all over airplanes. They have plundered through the old barn and have taken care of all of the chickens, rabbits, dogs, and fish. They have caught lightening bugs until they couldn’t catch anymore. I think they both have had a fun, full few days of playing and exploring together.
I checked just now and Little Buddy’s bag is still not packed. I wonder what age that trick begins. Hopefully, I have a few more years.