It was a beautiful day. One of those days where you question why you even have a house because you refuse to go inside.
The boys and I sat outside and talked about a statistic we'd read recently that said American schoolchildren spend, on average, only 30 minutes a week outside.
"But that's only...like...four minutes a day," Iggy said.
We digested that bit of information while we stared at the trees and looked at the clouds and waited for birds to come to the feeders.
We decided we wanted to write down all the reasons we liked to be outside and all the billions of things we can do while we're outside (which also translated into "Why I'm glad I'm homeschooled, because I get more time to be outside...)
"I don't care where you go write, but let's do it outside..." I said as they ran off with their paper.
The next thing I saw made me belly laugh.
Apparently "writing outside" meant "writing while riding a bike".
Of course, why didn't I think of that?
It is good to be outside. :)