Déjà vu

Sunday afternoon I sent the older boys outside to play.  I thought all was well… until I checked on them.  Gotta remember to do that earlier next time. 

Remember my new potted plants that I put on our front step when we made some improvements around the house?  Well, I ended up killing one of them.  Yes, I suppose it was my fault.  One of my pots evidently wasn’t intended for the outdoors.  When we got lots of rain the last few weeks, the water didn’t drain out, it collected on the top.  I didn’t drain it, and before I knew it, the poor dear was bloomless, colorless and wilting.

The boys picked up on its compromised (dead) state and took the opportunity to relieve it of its soil.  How nice of them.

When I saw what they were up to, it reminded of me of another incident not too long ago…

Seems like they were a little bolder this time with the mud.  It ended up caked all over their bodies and clothing.

They got sprayed with the garden hose before they were allowed to enter the house.  They were lucky it was a warm day.