Last night we stopped by our property to check the progress on the house. The kids were tired, a bit crabby, and not all that interested. "Do we have to get out of the car?" Whatever kids. Mom wants to see the house. So we go.
It's dusk. A beautiful evening, post-rain. The walls of the house are starting to go up and we spend a few minutes checking the view from various doors and windows. Then the show begins.
All across the pasture the fireflies are blinking on, off, on, off, luring the kids into the grass and out of their city kid reluctance. When it's time to go, it's as hard to get them back in the car as it was to drag them out in the first place.
"Can we come back tomorrow?"
Yeah. Twist my arm.
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