Being around Mack’s kids all day has made me a little wistful. It could be that they’re just on their best behavior, but I doubt it. They had a pretty knock down drag out fight while they were cleaning upstairs when they thought I couldn’t hear them. In general, though, they’re really sweet, smart, and funny kids and it’s fun to hang out with them.
Granted, it’s been hot and they’ve just wanted to watch movies or play on the computer, which means I haven’t really had to come up with ways to entertain them (though I did paint their portraits on some gravel from the driveway).
But I was looking at them while we were waiting for our pizza and wondering what it would be like to look across the table at someone who looked both like me and not like me. I’m a little envious of the recalcitrant brother for that. I do feel like he knows something about life intrinsically that I just don’t. And am afraid that I won’t.