There’s a tree on the property behind our house that’s perfect for climbing. Perfect. Low-slung branches that graduate, ladder-style, to higher branches that reach right up to the sky.
My kids beg to go there. Beg and beg.
“Can we PLEASE go climb The Tree? PRETTY PLEASE? We’ll give you anything you want.”
And, of course, this is one time they can deliver, because what I want is ten minutes of no more begging. ...