We've the sporty, go-getting kids, always out and about with the wind in their hair, whilst some of our friends have the stay-at-home types. Nothing wrong in that.
Ours at the weekends are usually found out on their bikes, up a tree, down a ditch, on their scooters, practising stunts, kicking a football on the local astro turf... or just investigating and learning, but always out in the fresh air...
Well, last night, whilst Tuna was at her lessons, the boys, King Julien and Spike spotted some rather tall trees in the village that were calling out "Climb me! Climb me!"
I could see the glint in their eyes. I just knew what would happen next. They looked at each other and nodded. Wrapped up in anoraks, caps, scarves, as the evening light was failing, up they climbed, up and up...
A much smaller boy, also from the local school, joined in. Up and up he went on the adjacent tree. Up and up he went until he must have been as high as at least 3 times his height...
He called down to his mother "Look at me!" but she just carried on, with her back to him, talking to her friends in the car park, totally unaware of what was going on.
My boys meanwhile had stopped, maybe half way up, quite happy with the height they had reached, and just sad there, munching on their snack, looking at us folk down below.
I meanwhile had hopped back in the car, whipped out the camera, snapped some photos ...
and sat in the warm car, with my flask of tea and biccies, and quietly planned some blog posts... (Well it is #NaBloPoMo and we are now on day 24 after all.)
But all the while pondering the question whilst keeping a beady eye on the boys... taking in the view, their moment on being way up high...
So how high is OK to climb?
The Lunchbox World Team x