Goofiness

The other day, we went for a walk at a local nature park with all the kids and a friend of Thomas'. William was not in the mood, so he walked apart from the group as we cavorted down the trails. We've been watching Monty Python skits on the internet or through Netflix lately, and have picked up some strange habits. As we went down a long sloping path, Stephen "cantered" down the way, clopping imaginary coconuts and chattering on with a British accent. We all followed suit, clattering along with our "coconuts" and calming our "steeds". Then we approached a bridge and Thomas began walking across as though he were from the "Ministry of Silly Walks". Link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqhlQfXUk7w
On the way back, there were several uphill climbs, which we decided must be done backwards. This is when people started passing us going the other way. Suddenly, I felt torn between being William and staying in the moment of fun (I stuck with the fun, but preferred not to be identified and therefore did not make eye contact.) Paul felt the need to explain our strange behavior. I'm just glad they didn't see us on the bridge. But I can't get over the novelty and fun of a nature walk with four teenage boys, acting particularly goofy, and generally having a great time. We may be one of the strangest families out there, but we love each other and we sure do have fun.