I still bathe all three kids together, and I tell you, every night this week, the bathwater is quite….gray. Their clothes—if they happened to be wearing any—were often dirtier.
But it still surprised me when Piper got into this tunnel at the playground and declared it a washing machine. She and Kyla went through the wash and spin cycles for several minutes, but probably only came out a little dirtier. (That white shirt she is wearing is still off-white and gray, with—believe it or not—bike tire tracks crossing the front of it. Even Oxyclean hasn’t been able to redeem this shirt yet.)
Here’s my IQ calculation: Giving Wesley a gooey roasted marshmallow—idiotic. Taking off his clothes first—genius. So I’m average.
Blurry pictures are due to (ahem!) dirty kid fingerprints on lens before I discovered it.
This makes Dwayne cringe and shudder simultaneously.
Just one more Piper story. I took the kids to a local beach the other day, somewhat unintentionally, and hadn’t planned for swimming. Piper, in her long sleeve shirt and pants, was undaunted. After getting herself soaked to her neck, she would come up and roll in the sand, covering as much of herself as she could before going out swimming again. My kids ride home naked from parks fairly often.
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