On a balmy fall “Indian Summer” evening just after sunset, Finn was having a hard time with the idea of bedtime. Refusing to come inside, he found one thing after another that he had to do “one last time.”
“I just need to swing from the rope one more time,” he said.
I lifted him to the crook of the maple tree since it’s too wide for him to climb up on his own. A rope tied to one of the limbs has become a recent favorite for him. It was getting dark fast.
“OK, that’s the last time,” I said after he had swung back and forth a few times. “Time to get down and go inside.”
“Noooo! NOT the last time!” he wailed.
Suddenly there were other high pitched voices in the dark from across the way.
“Finn! What’s wrong?!” It was Teo and Sebastian, ages 6 and 5. They came running from next door like the charging cavalry.
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