Growing up we had trees in our backyard. Lots of trees. Lots and lots of trees. Which also meant we had issues with sap. I knew that butter would get sap off hands from a fairly young age.
Living in an apartment you miss out on several goodies.
Last weekend I pulled a ton of pokey weeds from our backyard area and around the "flower bed" between us and the racist card people. (I can't call them neighbors since they are anti-neighborly). Towards the end I employed Aiden to help me with the dead bushes that were in there and the larger pokey weeds. He has leather gloves and I had cotton girly gloves so I figured it's fair.
When we were done we borrowed the wheelbarrow from the shed and filled it up. That's when I realized my kids have never done yardwork.
Huh. That NEVER would have been the case in my childhood. Clearly I am providing a dis-service to them.
Of course I let them help load the wheelbarrow and take it to the dumpster with us.
This tree sap thing, it's another thing they have never experienced before. Annie was trying to climb trees at the park on Saturday but that was an oak tree. No sap. Tonight she tried to climb a pine tree. Sap. Barbie also tried to climb the tree but she suffered much less for it all.
When we get a house (10,000 years from now) I'll have to make up for lost time.