I was taking pictures of the garden and a little neighbor kid wandered over.
He said, "What are you doing?"
I said, "Planting a garden."
He said, "Why are you just standing there?"
I said, maybe with a little more indignation than was necessary for a nosy 6 year old's question, "I'm taking a break."
Then I got back to planting.
Keith's asleep on the floor, spooning Mia. I'm going to try to persuade him to wake up to watch Lost. (The last one we watched was a cliffhanger--Desmond told Charlie he's going to die!!) Tomorrow we're having a picnic upriver for Father's Day... scouting out some campsites for next weekend, too.