Boys ... boys ... boys

One afternoon, I was upstairs in the bathroom getting ready and Spencer pops in.  He tells me I MUST look out the window at Jack.  He has climbed up the dogwood tree and he is really, really high.  So as I stand on the second floor of our house, I stare out to find Jack near eye level to me.  And it wasn't even like he picked a "sturdy" tree.  I mean, seriously?  Could you have found one a little more sturdy?  

I go downstairs to tell him to get down out of the tree before he breaks his neck or even worse, starts snapping limbs on my favorite tree in the yard.  Hello?  Gentle with the dogwood.  It is going to bloom before long and I love those trees.  So as I am having this conversation with him, I realize under the tree is our fall pumpkin on the side of the yard .... smashed .... with the baseball bat.  It was then that I sighed, walked back upstairs, and went on with my day.  

Boys ..... boys ..... boys ....... sigh.