The boy is a fan of the swing, and besides that, he'll do most anything to get outside the house. When fortune smiles and he can do both, he feels like a fat cat and doesn't mind gloating a little. Fun little chap, he is.
We've a tradition around this time of year of going to a certain place outside of town where the fireflies gambol and flash their wee, pheromone induced bioluminescent butts for all to marvel at.
Something else to look forward to!
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