Brothers, out in the country, with no one else around for miles, become best friends out of necessity. I think there is nothing more fun as a mother, than seeing my boys play together. They fight too. It’s a constant roller-coaster of highs and lows with them.
They either ride their bikes all up and down the quarter-mile driveway, through the back field, over jumps out by the garden, or over jumps near the chicken yard, sending chickens scurrying in all directions.
They build things, or make up games because we don’t have video games. They know about video games. But they understand that video games are for kids who can’t run around crazy in the great outdoors. Not everyone has a big back yard. They see video games as a substitute for real play.
They will literally play with sticks. It’s not that they don’t have toys, they just have enormous imaginations to boot.
