Boy do I have a story. John gets home from work last night before dark... Which is unusual. So he decides to take all the children out with him to do a little post digging. I decide to stay inside and finish supper.. Occasionally I look out the front window to check out the situation... Everything appears to be cool the first few peaks. The third time I looked there were no kids in site. We round them all back up and then I go back to making supper. After I while I check again and lo and behold John is irritated and the kids are all running towards the front door. I can't even see what they are they are so covered with dirt. I proceed to laugh since John is seriously frustrated with the whole situation. I ask what happened he tells me they were burying each other in the dirt. I run for the camera and get the shot. Then, as most of you know, the alkali dirt is like chalk. I strip them all down one by one and bathe them all. John continues to finish his task and goes and feeds.
Now little Joe this morning decides he is going to play outside before he is even dressed. Which is kinda acceptable around here.. He comes back in after a bit and heads for the bedroom. He returns with an arm full of stuffed animals. I tell him he can't take them outside.. He says ok Mommy.... I turn to continue my task at hand and then about 10 minutes later he is heading out again. I take a closer look and he has stuffed all the animals in his Jammie's. As if I wouldn't notice the bulges protruding his pj's.... I just had to crack up. I proceed to help him unload and get him actually dressed. I got a good laugh out of it and I hope you do too... God Bless
