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)

 

Part Two
Me: D please don't waste water. We buy that water.

D:  I was just watering the tree, Mom.