Write a four line poem about: teamwork.
As of today, Max is officially 3.5 years old. Not sure where the time has gone.
Speaking of 3.5, that's also how many weeks old Miles is. As if the passage of time didn't have little enough meaning already...
Max and I spent the morning working in the garden. I mulched the strawberries while he sometimes helped and sometimes did his own thing (he brought some of his tools out there with him). Did more of the same after dinner, and now we're down to the last row needing to be mulched.
Which is good, considering Adam found the first two ripe berries this afternoon while he was doing some mulching himself.
Teamwork is not always
Exactly as it seems.
You think we suck but really
We're just on different teams...