My Mother Hen

We walked down to the river today, and while perched along the edge, I picked a stalk of grass, and just like my roots taught me, stuck the end in my mouth. When Max looked up, he said, "Hey! Take that out! We don't put weeds in our mouths! That's yucky! What were you thinking?" Without so much as a thought, he grabbed it and hurled it into the river. There are times I've heard myself in the boys, but that reprimand had to be the best impersonation to date!