One of our favorite songs is about a wildflower who goes rolling down the hill when no one is watching. Every now and again, I catch Matthew singing to himself, “I’m rolling down the hill, I, I, I’m rolling down the hill…”

The other night, they got a chance to do it. Matthew went first.

Then Daddy took a turn.

David thought it might be fun,

but he doesn’t really like touching the grass.

He decided he’d just watch, instead.