Unloading Corn

There was a fight when we redid the farm house. I wanted to extend the west window in the kitchen so the kids could look out of it when corn was being unloaded into the bin. And the boys complained. And they didn't want to do it. And they called me crazy. That no kid would stand in that window. That was before the twins. Before I knew there would be another. Much less two more. And there they stand. Watching Grandma unload the wagon. They they are.