On Monday we had a 40th Birthday/Canada Day BBQ for husband and country. We invited a whole bunch of people and families over to hang out in the back yard. Not everyone could make it, long weekends in summer are always touch and go when it comes to availability around here. There are countless fabulous camping paradises all over Vancouver Island. People disappear a lot in summer.
However, there were two families each with a posse of little boys, that came out. My son was in his glory as they cut a swath of destruction and chaos through the back yard and into the basement (where the toys are). There were other people there too, but no one else brought children capable of such noise!
When it was time for everyone to leave, my son cried his little heart out. At first I thought it was because he had been nailed in the head with the end of a hockey stick by one of the other boys. But no, it was because his heart was broken and he already missed all of his new little badass buddies. He sobbed and sobbed until he finally fell asleep.
I, on the other hand, sobbed when I saw the mess that we’d need to clean up.