They would look at each other and giggle and talk, but they were too young for climbing fences, walking around the block, or going over to someone's house alone.
I wrote about the cute-ness of it all on my previous blog, Pampers and Pinot.
Now, nearly two years after that post, there is a gate in the fence that separates our yards. They can play to their hearts' content, and boy, do they play. They are "best friends." They say they wish they were brothers.
We went from this kind of experience:
It helps to have a handy boyfriend around!
That's my Parker boy. His friend was not in the picture, but he was there, running through our sprinklers.