My kids were Swapped at Birth

Some days I look at my boys, watch them play, listen to them roar, hear my words coming out of their mouths, and I think they are mini-mes. Other days, like today, I think where did I get them?

A day in the botanical gardens in Geelong. I love botanical gardens. I never tire of majestic trees, beautiful flowers, and grass.

 

I love grass. It's just perfect.

 

Boys are you checking out that statue's butt??

 

Phew, she was just hiding something behind her back.

 

Come here boys and look at the beautiful flowers.

"We haven't got time for that, we need to run!!"

Oh look at the bee busy collecting pollen. Isn't nature wonderful?

"We are too busy for looking at the wonders of nature, we are playing hide and seek!!"

Have you see this? Look at the moss.

"That would make a good troll hole. At last you've shown us something interesting!"

Look closer boys, see the detail on the mushroom?

"Cool, troll food!"

"Mum come see. Free WiFi. Hehehe!"

I managed to persuade IrishWrath to admire a tree. Maybe he's mine?

 

On our way out, I stopped to look at a tree.

 

IrishDoom said, "Some one must have told that tree a good joke".

 "It's cracking up!!".

Do your kids take time to smell the roses, or are they, like mine, too busy having fun?