So, today we picked a certain kind of leaf from the garden, and let the kids taste it. "This is what Basil tastes like", I informed. Z looked B up and down with suspicion, thinking (I'm sure), "It seems like he would taste much meatier than this." B then asked, "Where are the S and Z plants?"
In the past, the kids have run five feet west and have been greeted by our neighbor, Max, the German Shepherd, whose owner is "not sure how he does with kids." They could skip two feet south, and they would be clipped by a speeding car, or they could meander a couple of feet north, and they would drown in our stream or crack their heads open on their fall into the water. Here, we live on 5 acres of land, and the kids have enough room to practice throwing Frisbees ....or balls....or each other (without landing them in dog teeth, water, a window, or the road).
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