Boys inthe labyrinth

My sister and her sons came to see me Wednesday night. We got our part of the Feast ready and went to High Point on Thursday to join our parents and her husband at our cousins' house. Our uncle and aunt were down visiting their oldest daughter's family, so we had a good gang of family together.

BUT

Before we left Thursday morning.

Ingrid wanted to walk the labyrinth.

So, Forrest, who is 7, went first. He walked in, hit the middle, said "Whaddoo I do now?" and whipped back out. He stayed on the path, but seemed to feel like it was more of a physical exercise than anything else.

(Not everyone gets anything from the unicursal path. My son, who worked so hard to help me build it totally does NOT get anything from it. That's just how it goes.)

I went next.

Sawyer, who will be 4 on Dec 27, came in behind me. He stayed in the path, mostly. A couple of times he tried putting his foot over the line and then pulled it back in to the "right" side. Once, he stepped over completely, looked up at me and laughed and then stepped back. He examined the path as he went.

Obviously, I got to the middle before he did, so I got to just watch him make the last 3 turns. When he hit the straightaway, he grinned, put his arms up and ran in to me. We had a big hug and smooch while we waited for him mom to catch up.

We went back out in the same order and he was just as inquisitive and as intentional going out as he had been coming it. While Ingrid and I sat on the bench talking a little, he started back in, kind of playing with the boundaries of the path, walking to a turn, deciding to stay on the path rather than step over, looking at the rocks or the mushroom growing by them.

When Ingrid called him to come out because it was time to go, he came out by the path.

He is a groovy little man.