So a little explanation needed... We had had floods of rains and the kids rather enjoyed putting on their boots and tromping around the very muddy garden (that had not yet been planted). Next thing I know, this happened. Of course, I had two older sisters coming in to tell me all about what THEY were doing. I let it slide and allowed them the enjoyment of mud play.
Largely because I remember vividly this:
This story is a little different, however. My bother and I heard the ice cream truck and went after him. If I remember correctly, we did not reach him in time. We were disappointed. Clearly that didn't stop my brother from starting a little fun of his own. And yes, in this case, he DID start it! I can still remember turning around to my name being called only to be met with a mud pie right in the face. Coming home, I thought for sure I was dead meat. Can't you see it written all over my face? What I remember most, however, is my dad laughing hysterically. :)
4 comments:
Absolutely one of my all time favorite pictures and memories of our kiddies growing up!
Dad (yes, it still makes me laugh!)
Hey, I just noticed something that could well be a Freudian slip....in the first sentence you call Brian your "bother" and not your "brother!" Hehe.....
That is hilarious! And the pic of you and your brother totally looks like a pic of your firstborn (a boy version of her) and your 5 yr old! Too cute!
This just goes to show....history repeats itself!
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