Making your own fun

Get a load of this rag-tag crew.

When we first moved to this neighborhood, we were the youngest family on the block. Now, though, some families with kids close to Liam's age have moved in. The dark-haired boy and the little girl are siblings; their parents immigrated from Russia, I believe, and they have exotic names and accents. The blonde ball of energy lives behind us and goes to Liam's school. He has a

brother too, who wasn't present for this adventure. (And in case anyone isn't familiar, that's my demon spawn in the Johnny Cash t-shirt.)

For the most part, this group has worked out their own dynamics. They play fairly well together, and only rarely do they get angry with each other or have fights over silly things.

The other day, some wisenheimer had the idea that it would be really cool to rig Liam's sled up behind a bike so rides could be had. This kept them occupied and enthralled for the better part of an hour.

Isn't the best fun always the fun we make for ourselves?