I am screaming through my house - looking for Little Billy.
He has been home from school for about half an hour and it is time for him to start his homework.
I can not find him anywhere and I am getting annoyed - to say the least - screaming and walking and screaming and walking ...
WHERE IS THAT BOY?!?
And then ... I go into my bathroom and look out the window - into the front yard - and this is what I see ...
I had to RUN and get my camera to take a picture of this phenomenon!
I had to zoom my camera in a little closer to make sure I was in fact seeing what I thought I was seeing ...
Could it really be possible?
Is that really my 10 year old son - lying out there in the sun, on the driveway, on his skateboard ramp with his pogo-stick by his side on the ground - READING A BOOK?And not just any old book - but ... HARRY POTTER?
I almost FELL out of the window!
On the upside ... I quit my SCREAMING and just let him be. I knew it would not be long before I might hear that -- *squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak* -- of that pogo-stick again, but ... until then I had to enjoy this miraculous moment. This moment when my 10 year old son, put down his toys to actually READ A BOOK! I could not believe my eyes!