The air is crisp, the leaves are falling and the kids are trying to bribe dad into raking a huge pile of leaves together so they can help pick them up.
They are Lucy holding the football and I’m Charlie Brown wondering if this is the year I’ll finally kick it.
Just as Lucy yanks the football away at the last minute, my kids will help until the pile is big enough to swallow them up upon entry.
The help stops. The leaves fly. Dad blows leaves into neighbors yard.
Maybe I’m wiser this year.
Then again, that smile on Anna Lynn looks so very trustworthy, doesn’t it?