Today on our trip my son got to learn the true meaning of family as we spent the day “helping” out. My youngest sister went into the hospital this morning and her six children came over to the sister’s house where we were staying. Let’s review. Sister A (the former in the above list) has six children. Sister B (the latter of the two) has five children. Brother (that’s me) has one child with me. That’s ten kids ranging from 1-10 in age.
Luckily Sister C is a high school art teacher (among many other things) and stopped by for some summertime fun. Having rounded up the little ones, she took them out into the backyard where she engaged them all for four hours with watercolors. Even my boy, who initially expressed his hesitancy — “I don’t do crafts,” he said to her — found himself enjoying the activity.