Daffodilly Dilly

Following last year’s debacle, I didn’t dare tell the children where we were headed. Instead, I pretended we were “sploring” and that the water and the climbable trees were our main purpose.

While flinging sticks in the water and scaling trees was fun, I told the kids we were hunting for gold.
“No way!” said Lily.
“Where?” asked P.J.
“Really sploring,” affirmed Amos.

But when we actually got there, they all claimed to be disappointed.
“I thought there’d be money!” complained Lily.
“Flowers?” whined P.J.
“This is NOT ‘sploring,” reproved Amos.

Ah well. At least no one cried this year.

On the way back to the car, P.J. confided, sheepishly, that he really DID like the flowers. “When I was running over the flowers with my transformer, I was just tricking you,” he explained.

Well played, P.J.