The boys ran in a neighborhood foot-race today -- part of a holiday "block party" of sorts, organized by a couple of families around the corner. It was a pretty simple race -- once around the block, and all the contestants were around the same age. Cookie had pretty good form; Mojo was funny as anything. From that we migrated over to the dead-end sidestreet for the cookout and kids' games. The chimps ran around for pretty much the entire afternoon -- and still wanted to mess around and not go to sleep at bedtime just now.

I even read them a book. And sang "Barbecue."