It’s tough being a mom. You gotta watch those kids all the time. Sleep with one eye open. You never know what they’ll get into. Scampering about, all sweetness and sunshine, one minute….
….and running into the street–or, escaping the fence–the next.
When we first got the babies, they were so little they could squeeze through the openings in the woven wire farm fence. They didn’t go anywhere–they always cried to get back in with mama. (For some reason, they could manage to get out, but they could never quite figure out how to get back in.) Then they got too big to get out.
Or so I thought.
But there they were, out again.
C’mon, babies. Get back in here.
Everybody’s back where they belong. I feel better, don’t you, Clover?
Clover: “Did you bring any cookies?”
Clover! You gotta focus. Give them a lecture. I know they’re cute, but– Oh, look!
There’s that little Nutmeg, playing house on the milkstand, pretending to be a big grown mama with milk! She is cute.
Nutmeg: “Did you bring any cookies?”
Yes, you are just like your mother!
Okay, Coco? Pay attention. You’re in charge. Get your crazy tongue back in your mouth! This is serious!
That’s better. You have a job, you know.
Coco: “But they just want to play.”
No, they don’t! They just want cookies! And here I go, bribing them back to the gate with cookies…..
And, hunh. Further investigation proved that yes, in fact, they are too small to squeeze out through the fence. What they did was find a gap at the bottom of the fence back in this corner of the yard.
Clover? You’ve got to watch these babies, you hear me?
Clover: “I need fortification. A lot of fortification.”
I know, I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me. This mom thing is so hard. You gotta sleep with one eye open. Blah, blah, blah. I’ll get the cookies………