This afternoon, I was charged to look after my own boys plus my nephew, Atom. No big deal, I thought. What's one more kid?
What I didn't realize is that a group of boys means mischief, especially if that group of boys are cousins.
I had been watching them from the kitchen where I was happily making homemade marshmallows. (They are delish!)
I peaked out once and they were digging in the dirt.
I peaked out again and they were washing the dirt off with the water hose and spraying each other with it.
I walked out the third time and found....this.
I had a moment of mental freak out where I said to myself "Their Dad/Uncle Matt is going to KILL them!! It's right in the garden area!!" But then I realized nothing was planted there and they were just having good um...clean, fun.
They wanted to go in right away and take showers but I insisted on taking them to the back and hosing them off first to get the top 30 layers of mud off first.
(I got no enjoyment on setting the hose sprayer to jet and watching them squirm, gotta get that dirt off somehow! *wink!*)