Is that rain or bird pee?

That title is not a metaphor; it is an actual thought I had while sitting outside this afternoon.

Having two boys (three if you count Mike, which you should) means that we are outside a lot.

 And dirty a lot.

Building things like "submarines" out of dirt and leaves.

With an occassional cat nap...

There are usually dump trucks involved.

 And tents 

 

 And I couldn't love the dirt and grime more because it means I'm hanging out with my boys! 

There was supposed to be a video here, but I can't get it to work.  So, most of you can thank me that you aren't now forced to watch Tate swat at toys on his bouncer for 2 minutes.  Think of it as me giving you two minutes of your life back to you to do as you please.  Instead, a quick picture: