The Fall sunshine begged to kiss our faces.
The dancing leaves fluttered lightly,
like the Gingerbread man,
daring us to catch them if we can.
We just HAD to get outside.
Beka is the oldest, therefore,
finds crafting skills a little easier.
Beka likes to tell the other children what to do.
Avery chose the prettiest colors and scribbled the hardest.
Avery almost spelled his name right.
After one page,
the kids disappeared to the backyard,
live in the forest,
go hunting for meat
and play Army.