The New Time Out

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and away!

I have one child who I have to convince to get his hands a bit dirty and another who thinks nothing of climbing a chicken poop crusted chicken ladder in his pjs.  I must admit I have a tougher time relating to the latter.

This was on a day when Eliot refused to come back inside, and refused to wear anything other than pajamas (every day) so I just went back in assuming he'd hurriedly follow me when faced with being outside alone.  Nope.  He promptly unlocked the coop and crawled inside and I could tell that he'd been awaiting this opportunity for some time.