So, after morning worship, while eating at Shanes, the kids asked if they could play. With the wives busy, Dustworth and I agreed to accomodate the request.
This is what a playdate looks like for men.
Dustworth enjoying a 1554 while relaxing by the fire.
Me with a frosty pint of Guinness, speaking of theological issues.
You will notice no kids in the picture. They are all coralled into the back yard as it should be. Best. Playdate. Ever. Sent from my iPhone