Cold and windy morning. Took my kids plus the kids next door to Wood Lake Nature Center in Richfield. On a long path through the woods, I got far ahead of the gang and while waiting, I picked up a stick and started whacking dead branches off of a tree. Whack whack whack.
I started remembering how I used to do this all the time as a kid. Whack whack whack.
When I returned to the present, I noticed that all four
kids were gathered around in mute astonishment. The responsible adult was whacking the crap out of a tree. And with each whack, they felt a constraint
on their own behavior fall. Once they recovered their wits, they all started searching around for sticks of their own. There were lots of fallen trees around that needed whacking. Were they ever tired when we got home.