It’s hot. Really hot.
Today, we hit 90. . . before Easter.
Yesterday, hubby and I finally gave in to the Little Lady’s and Mr. Boy’s pleas and hooked up the sprinklers.
Since we are a bit . . . ahem . . . grass-challenged, it didn’t take long for the sparkling, streaming jets of water to turn the backyard into one GIANT mud-pit.
But, at the time, a little mud didn’t bother the kidlets . . . in fact, it just made things all the more fun.
The Little Lady wasn’t satisfied for long, though. She wanted EVERYONE to join in the fun. Especially her Daddy.
She wheedled, begged and cajoled.
Batted her eyelashes.
Clasped her hands in front of her, cocked her head to the side, and in her sweetest little voice said, “Oh, please, Daddy . . . please!!!!”
He couldn’t resist.
(To be honest, she’s had him wrapped around her little finger for nearly four years. Just sayin’.)
Taking him by the hand, she led him out to the biggest, muddiest puddle in the yard.
And, he splashed.
Just once.
One splash was all it took for the little Lady to be finished with the playtime.
One splash. . . and one eye full of mud.
Yep, playtime was definitely over after that.
