The City Mice and the Country Mice

I suspect there is definitely a difference...I KNOW for sure there is a difference between city kids and country kids.

My parents neighbor had her great-granddaughters visiting from Michigan. One is 10 and one is 6. I took the two older Reds over to play with them while I took little Miss Morgan to the doctor.

I will digress for a moment here and tell you that Morgan seems to be fine and is not suffering from a UTI but is dehydrated and in need of changing some of her bathing habits. But that's another post and now I'm loosing my train of thought. hmmm.... Oh yea, city mouse, country blah, blah...

Morgan and I got back to my parents right about when the Country Mice were coming over to play. Within about five minutes all four girls were running, jumping, climbing trees and playing with great determination and fervor. It was wonderful.

Sometimes I forget how country kids play and it makes me sad.

I want the Reds to be country kids. To jump and play and climb trees and know the snow and rain on their little freckled faces. I want them to be innocent and able to play outside with space to run and room to explore.

I came home with Morgan so she could get a nap since she is just not feeling great.

My Dad brought the girls home several hours later, flushed, happy, exhausted and glowing with a good time had.

Riley exclaimed "Grandma! Those were the best kids!" and sweet little Julia who still struggles at school with the snobby little girls was just beaming and happy and confident.

I'll take the country for the kids. Anybody know where I can move our entire family to?