I forgot to put this picture up a few weeks ago. I found this interesting scene in my backyard just a few days before the boys went to scout camp.
Why? Dunno. Why do boys do funny things sometimes? I really have no idea what the appeal is. I shave my legs because I have to. But to shave them just for fun? I don't think it's fun, but what do I know? I do know the technique, and I was asked to share the secrets of how to shave a knobby knee without nicks. And advise about the liberal post-shaving application of lotion. I was useful.
I guess there is a tradition for the boys to part with their leg hair on the last campout. Fine. Whatevah makes you happy! All I know is that Trent shaved his legs in his younger days. And Jay did his on mission - in a barber-shop pole stripe. I guess it's fun when you don't have to?
I chuckled as they winced when rinsing with cold hose water. I grin that they are such good sports to let me take this picture. And now they are leaving - two to Madagascar and the other to Germany.
Good boys. So glad we have such great neighbors and friends!