We celebrated Lupercalia/Valentines Day with Latin Club on Friday. A bit late, but the candy was cheaper that way.
Here Barbara is explaining the ancient custom in which young men run around hitting young girls with a dead animal. To make the girls more fertile. Actually, it seems to me like a practice that would have tended to encourage celibacy rather than snuggling, but what do I know? At any rate, Barbara brought some sort of animal pelt attached to a stick, and a couple of our boys had a chance to run around swinging it. There was a distinct lack of enthusiasm on both ends of the stick.
The weather today was absolutely gorgeous, and Travis and I went hiking with my parents after church.
Poor Travis. He keeps waiting for us to grow up. Actually, my mom showed great maturity today. We were walking down the trail and a woman stopped her and started carrying on about how she hoped she would still be hiking when she reached my mom's age! My mom just smiled sweetly and didn't whack her with her hiking stick. She is so good. (Actually, my mom always shows maturity. We keep waiting for it to rub off on us.)