Why am I blogging this? No reason whatever. I just want to.
It is odd that kids always love playing at what we later decide is drudgery and hard labor. My boys used to think using the broom was the most fantastic privilege on earth–until they were tall enough to be useful.
Of course, hypocritically, I muse about this but never think twice about my present attitude toward chores.
That’s the way of it. The young dream of growing up and gaining real responsibility and the old want childish escape from it.
But at least the young look cute.
Too true, all of it!