It was a relatively warm and sunny afternoon today.  After I got home from the grocery store, I let the boys run around outside while I put the groceries away.  After I put the groceries away, I told the boys they needed to come in while I made dinner.  Sean asked if he could play in the backyard.  I thought about it, and then agreed.  Before I let the boys go, I told them, “Do not play in the mud.”  I repeated it several times, and they said, “Yes mama”.

I went in, fed Karis her dinner, and then got dinner started.  Things were going well – quiet, peaceful, dinner was getting made.  As I finished up plating the boys dinner, Sean came into the kitchen (without his jacket and shoes, which he obediently took off before coming into the house).  He said his pants were wet, and he wanted to change them.  I didn’t think it was a big deal, and I asked, “Where’s the water from?”, figuring it was just his pants getting damp from the wet grass.  Before Sean could answer, Jonas ran into the kitchen, and he was wet from his pants down.  He was crying because he was cold.  I looked again to Sean and asked where the water came from.  Sean looked at me and matter-of-factly said, “The sandbox.  The water was in the sandbox, and we were playing in it.”  Sigh.  The boys did obey and did not play in the mud.  Abysmal geniuses, those boys.

Needless to say, the boys got stripped down and got an early bath before dinner.