Which is funny, because the same kid had asked me just minutes before, as I was literally hosing him down, "Are you still mad? You don't look mad." I wasn't even all that mad to begin with. There was no yelling, just frustration. Let me clue you in...
It rained all morning yesterday. I thought it would be a pj day, but alas, the sun came out just as I started baking cookies. The kiddos wanted to go outside. I gave them one instruction: No puddles on the bikes. I even gave them my reasoning in vivid detail.
They listened for a time. Felix played restaurant with T through the screen door. That's Simon in the picture, though. He quit playing with him just seconds after this picture. You see his hand in the door? You see Tito's arm ready to guillotine Simon's fingers? No one heeds my warnings in this house.
After that bit of fun, Titus decided he wanted to go outside with the bigs. Again, I gave strict instruction: "Stay on the patio," I said. I realized moments later that I should've given more instructions. It's funny, just two days ago, my friend Kerrie had the status update, "
When I took all these pictures, the damage had already been done. To the patio, their clothes, shoes, side of the motorhome...I told them they couldn't come inside until they'd figured out a way to clean it all up. They worked together, figured it out
and made an even bigger mess as they tried to get the mud back into the grass.