Write a four line poem about: the skeptic.
Apparently Kat and I were the only ones keen on having Easter fun in town this morning. You'd think a two to one vote would be the winner.
But then you'd be forgetting Max's power of veto via tantrum.
So we spent some time in the garden instead, finishing off the weeding and mulching of the garlic and then seeding peas, radishes, and greens. Max mostly played in the dirt but did attempt to help with sowing seeds a couple times - and he definitely helped me shovel mulch into the wheelbarrow as well.
One day he's going to be such a big help out there. Until then, he's pretty entertaining.
He believes in nothing,
At least that's what they say.
I heard he even claims
He's happier that way...