A Sunday morning that begins like this is likely to end as a somewhat sad Sunday. Not enough baggage for the whole family. Someone’s staying. In this case, the Girl and I as K and the Boy head to Poland.
We try to make the best of the morning. There’s more tadpoling — it’s a new term for us — and some experimentation.
We try our hand at making a dam, but it is only moderately successful. The child in me begins scheming how we could reinforce the dam, make it more nearly water tight, soon enough the Girl loses interest and we begin looking for flowers.
Some day. Some day, we’ll build that dam.