Seth squatting in the surf with Hazel and Lucy (and Lucy's super toned patootey)
It's Saturday. Spring break ends tomorrow and so does our cousin fest on the Florida coast.
With eight girls, Seth has fared remarkably well.
There was only one spring break down.
One evening Seth kept entering one of the bedrooms where the girls were playing.
Each time he entered screaming would ensue.
I ordered him to cease for the sake of all our ears.
Then he began to divulge his feelings in fits of frustration.
"They're just sitting there with all these dresses!!!"
"They're not doing ANYthing!!!"
"Theres NO POINT!!"
Yes, Seth collected his first lesson in female functions over this break: a lot of what we (females) do appears to have "no point". And, I think, the reason for this is that we (females) grow up to a life where everything has a purpose in our quest to at once mother and wife and womanize the world. Childhood is our only time to indulge in a truly pointless existence.
[Maybe blogs are the adult version of "sitting in a room with all these dresses"?]
Then, aunt Katy made Seth a paper airplane and order and purpose were restored to his universe.