The Best Rain Boots

When I was six, we visited Ohio so my parents could go house hunting, and my siblings and I got to spend the whole week playing with our cousins. One particularly wet day, we went out to Grandma's pond to help her plant some trees. It was a day of my family's frugality and practicality. Grandma dished out sticks of gum ... and then ripped them into thirds for all of us to share. I still feel like I'm splurging if I chew a whole piece of gum. Peter, Kristina and I didn't have much-needed rain boots for the muddy pond. My grandma had us step into plastic grocery bags and taped the bags around our legs. They were better than any yellow galoshes could have been. 

It was a fun memory to think of yesterday when we walked past the eighteen year old chubby trees as I had a chubby babe peeking over my shoulder.  Ryan deemed them, "Ryan size!" We will have to work on humility.