I sent the kids outside to play while I did some laundry. Armed with bubbles, new sand box toys, and lightsabers; I assumed that they would stay out of trouble long enough for me to finish folding. Wrong. Eleanor (why do all stories start with our daughter?) armed with the garden hose blasted both boys, the dog, the house, the trash cans and a cooler that I had washed earlier and placed in the sun to dry; and our deck.
They had loads of fun as you can see.
Meanwhile, I am left with one wet and smelly dog; a pile of soaking wet, grass filled kids clothing; wet and grassy trash cans; and a couple of soggy rooms in our home as windows were open when they started spraying.
Isn't it time for school to start again?
They had loads of fun as you can see.
Meanwhile, I am left with one wet and smelly dog; a pile of soaking wet, grass filled kids clothing; wet and grassy trash cans; and a couple of soggy rooms in our home as windows were open when they started spraying.
Isn't it time for school to start again?
Poor Will didn't want to get wet. He stood on the deck yelling at the kids "stop it"!
