i have sons. and a husband who is still a big kid himself.

Sunday morning I'm heading out for a yoga class, leaving the rest of my family hanging out in the back yard.

I return, feeling all happy and supple and blissed out, and what do I find? Why, the Murray Grand Prix has been constructed in our woods. In this case, I think pictures are worth waaay more than a hundred words.

and a close up, because this project is so deserving...

Of course, it's been too miserably hot for them to do too much playing with it. I mean, the boys were fairly wiped out after hauling the rocks around to build the darn thing. But they sure were proud of their handi-work. I'm envisioning many "Piston Cups" being held in our future.

He did what in his cup?