As soon as we get home from church, everyone checks on the chickens.
The girls like that because they usually get a treat of some sort.
Hayden usually borrows my rain boots to avoid stepping in any . . . uh . . . stuff.
He wears them well.
Hayden: Mom I like wearing your boots.
Me: You can borrow them any time.
Hayden: I like everything about them.
I just with they were taller.
And that they fit.
And that they were a different color.