NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE.

Sunday morning coming down. It's early but I have both doors open to let the cool morning air drift through. The quiet drifts through too. Making me realize why I love these early mornings. The day seeming to whisper on the breeze, I am coming. Bring it on day, I am waiting for you.

Well I had my sale. I am not comfortably rich. I made very little, worked hard and the sunshine hurt my eyes, Now I am done whining, I will pass the cheese. But I do loudly declare, no more sales. I could not see hardly a thing by evening.

Billie came by, all three little boys in tow. With an amazing tale. Of accidents, injurys and mayham. I smile when I think of Brandi, a single mother with three boys. Doing it alone, of course she has her Mom and Dad. They are always there for her. But even then I know it has to be overwhelming with three growing boys. Never still, always on the go, looking for the next incident. And they all found it Friday night..

Ryan a black eye and stiches under his eye. Courtsey of a flying plastic gun. Bradley on crutches with a deep cut on his foot, from misplaced steps on glass. Then we have Brett who has slight burns on his arm from where he and a neighbor boy decieded to check out something and the experiment did not turn out well. This all my friends in one evening. That pretty red hair of Brandi's may turn grey by thirty,

Boys I learned with Jer, are not like grls. And I don't mean in the obivious ways. Billie was quiet, did not jump, jerk, always looking for something to do. Jer on the other hand was always moving, he had more bumps on his head the first few years of his life. He had a burn when he was six. It was not because we did not constantely try to keep him safe, just that he moved faster than us. Boys move whirl, they want to see what makes something work. They want to see what happens it you jump off something high. I think boys are why God made emergency rooms.

But they seemed yesterday to be none the worse for wear. They were smiling, happy, slightly bruised. But all is one piece. Thank God for that ending. Brandi is young, takes the rough spots pretty good. I am sure though by late Friday night, even her youth couldn't save her from being ready to yell, "No more, No more." Boys are wonderful, boys are fun. Boys are accident prone. Just ask Brandi.