{brotherly rescue}

The other day the boys were playing outside while I was folding laundry and occasionally sneaking peeks at them out the window. All of a sudden I heard Dean yelling, "help Mom, help. Eli needs you to save him." When I peered out the window I decided it was more important that I take their picture instead of "save" them because Dean was working so hard, as if their very lives depended on it, to push Eli back up the slide. I guess Eli decided half-way down than he didn't want to slide so he stopped in the middle. Dean thought he was going to fall and worked desperately to rescue him. Eventually, a couple of photos later, I told Dean to just let him slide down and that he'd be fine.

Dean's such a super hero.