My boys have had the best time in the Georgia red clay we have here. They were so dirty I striped them at the door and put the same clothes on them the next day when they escaped from school. Why wash a bunch of dirty boy clothes when they could easily put the same pants on before going out yet again the very next day.
Johnston had just done a dirt angel. Sigh…I guess he’ll need a bath now.
They begged Daddy not to pressure wash the dirt off the driveway from the past Tornado storm we had. Ok…maybe I did a little begging to…I mean how much fun does this look?
I’m not sure what they were doing, but they just sat there talking. Making plans, talking shop, soaking up the sun….
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