We have a small creek that runs through the field across the street from our house, and often the boys can be found down there enjoying "boy stuff" (worms, rock throwing, etc.). It was 70 degrees when we left school today, so naturally the boys went out to play. Greg hadn't heard from them in a few minutes, so he went to investigate. He couldn't get too upset with what he found, considering he and Mark put their mother through this laundry torture on a daily basis. Since it was a "sin of the father", Greg generously sprayed them down with frigid water from the hose, then showered them for me.
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My boys would get along well with yours! :-) I actually have clothing that I can toss in the garbage at the end of the day when they are full of mud. We call them "boy clothes for boy days."
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