a spa to avoid

They asked if they could use the hose on the patio to clean out the toy box. Yeah, that's fine. Don't make a mud mess though.

So a few minutes later, Kirsten and I looked over and they had little lawn chairs and their feet in the toy box. Whaaat? We yelled over to them wasn't that water awfully cold?

"No,it's nice and hot! This is a very relaxing spa!"

Eeeew. Look at that water.

Next they wanted to put on swim suits and I said no, absolutely not. I know what they were thinking of doing, and ish. No.


But a few minutes later when it was time to clean up and come inside, there they were sopping wet head to foot. I said no bathing suits, so apparently they just hopped on in wearing their clothes.

I had to help peel the shirts off them, full of sand. Ei-yi-yi.

But karma got them anyway because they'd used up most of the hot water runnning it out on the patio, so their baths were very lukewarm and yep, that's life.

Na-na-na-na-booo-boo, you guys, probably should have listened. love, Mom