The Mateo took the boys on a spur-of-the-moment overnight "Wilderness Adventure." They climbed rocks, hiked, built fires and did other boy stuff I know nothing about.
I do know that they returned filthy-dirty, stinking and all scratched up. A small price to pay for male-bonding time. Jude refused band-aids saying,
"Daddy says no band-aid unless it's pouring blood!"
Not exactly reassuring to this Mommy, but I've been informed that the thrill of the wild includes the distinct possibility of getting injured. Loss of blood is equated with hiking prowess, apparently.
"Playing the guitar," he calmly informed me. His favorite song right now? It's My Life by Bon Jovi. That's my boy! Now, could you please back away from the edge?