The kids in our neighborhood are welcome visitors at our house. I don't remember the little girl at the top left, and the boy has moved to another part of town. The three other girls have grown up so much since these pictures were taken in 2003. One of them shared with me just last week that she'd had her first kiss.
But back then Flat Stanley was the boy they celebrated.
The photo journal I sent to my nephew's second-grade class showed Flat Stanley doing normal household and yard activities while he was our guest. He helped Mike build a wire fence and he and I planted a new rose.
Aside from that work, it was all play.
Having Flat Stanley around actually made me concentrate on a better balance of work and play, as nuts as that sounds!
Pyewacket, in the meantime, had a different idea...
