After only a few days, our field o' yellow is slowly becoming a plain of puffballs. The boys, always ready for a romp, eagerly set out to find them. Being a kid is so great. They chased a poor butterfly around for half an hour and laughed like maniacs the entire time.
My daily refrain of "not for eating, Charley" was, as usual, ignored.
Filthy, but happy.
Sam shows his usual amount of exuberance.
Sam falls for the 37th time. Got up laughing though.
Happy, happy brothers. That makes a happy mom.
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