fudge balls

Dawson had his first flag football practice last night. After an early supper we hopped into the pickup and headed toward town. As we traveled south down the gravel road, we were passing the grain bins when Dawson said, "Hey look, Mom, the fudge balls are back on the trees."

I smiled and replied, "you mean hedge balls?"

Any amount of one on one time spent with one of the boys is always fun.

The conversations are often entertaining.

As the running to sports practices picks up and the trips to and from home grow tiresome, I'll always be ready to chauffeur with the reward of a fudge ball conversation.