The kids pick their noses (and eat it) and I pick the battles.
Outdoor play time...for my boys...is a MUST. I will fight it to the death (figuratively, of course).
It is my experience that little monkeys quickly become giant 40ft prehistoric apes that climb up the Empire States Building (or my walls) when they have been confined to the indoors for an extended period of time.
G-McBabe and I have often skirmished over his dislike of the outdoors and anything associated with it.
He would rather sit inside and read a book (as soon as his video/computer game time is up, of course).
Now, I'm all for reading. I highly encourage reading. With G-McBabe, I am in now way worried about his literary well being.
I am, however, worried about his lack of movement and vitamin D absorption.
Some days the battle rages on for what seams like eternity...and some days it's over without incident.
We wave our white flags and form a treaty of sorts.
A few minutes later I look out the window and see this...
Fine by me.
At least he had to walk to get out there.
A calm settles over the household.
Peace reins again.