opposite

One day Owen found a snail in the garden. He made him his pet. He named him Snaily, put him in a jar, and gave him leaves and a rock to climb on. After loving his pet for quite a few days, Owen came upstairs in tears. Snaily had died. Owen was crushed and felt guilty for keeping him inside, saying "he would have been happier outside" and "he didn't have enough oxygen". Owen grieved his snail with loud sobs and crocodile tears. It took a long time to consul him. 

A few days later Lewis found a snail. He made him his pet. He named him Snaily (except he called him "thnaiweeee"), put him in a jar, gave him leaves and a rock to climb on. After kind of liking his pet for a couple days, I noticed an open jar on our kitchen floor with no snail in it. I called Lewis and asked him where his snail went. He said very mater-of-factly "I frew him outthide in the dirt cauth him got dead." and ran back downstairs to play.

These boys are so very opposite in so many ways. I love the way they learn from each other and love watching their extreme personalities balance our family. They teach each other how to be gentle, friendly, brave, kind, inquisitive, and so much more. Makes my job a little easier. 

 Playing airplane

After fresh new haircuts

Deep in their imaginations