Freedom of speech? Not in my backyard!

The Talker and our neighbor, a first grader, were plotting through the privacy fence. They were hoping that The Talker could come over and play even though the closest thing to an adult in that house this afternoon is a third grader. But without any supervision, there wasn't even a small chance of The Talker visiting.

The fallback plan was almost as foolhardy. That involved the neighbor coming over until his grandma come home and THEN asking her if it was OK. Yeah, not happening either, boys... Besides, I feel like I am on a three day drunk with this nasty headache. So I did what any prudent daddy would do under the circumstances. I mowed the yard.

See, I wanted the kids outside. It isn't raining for the first time in several days. And all of us are stir crazy. The grass is wet and the flowerbeds are muddy, but we have 6" of pea gravel under the play scape. So the kids can play out there pretty quickly after it stops raining.

Once I started mowing, the conversation broke up quickly. I guess the boys could not hear each other over the roar of the engine. So they finally quit begging to get together. Which makes my brain feel better. And it made the backyard look better, too.