Boys Will Be Boys
Me (in my head): Please don't fall and break a leg.
"Mom, I'm making a snow angel...I mean dirt angel!"
Me (out loud): D, please don't...Oh, no, actually go ahead...that'll make a great picture! (Taking pics for this blog has made me much more lenient.)
After the dirt angel...not as bad as I thought. (excuse the undies)
We came upon a pile of bricks/rocks someone had neatly stacked. D couldn't resist the urge to knock them over. He piled them back up before leaving...for another boy to discover and knock over.
Part One (it's not a kiss)
Me: D please don't waste water. We buy that water.
D: I was just watering the tree, Mom.