7and8

We took a walk through the wood yesterday with 7,8 and the dogs. We are traipsing in the woods enjoying the Indian Summer (or should I say Native American Summer). The wife is going on about something significant in our lives and she mentions how nice it is to be working with ones 'passion'. 7 doesn't miss a beat, "Mommy what is passion?"
The wife and I exchange frightened looks and take one of those parental opportunities to broadens the minds of the boys.

It turns out 7 has a passion for selling wreaths.