We were hanging out in the shop on Friday evening when a little (we thought) pop-up thunderstorm rolled in.
It all started out innocently enough. But doesn't it always?
It was just a little water...
And then there was just a little dirt...
But then you have to wash the dirt off your hands...
And then there was probably some dirt on his shirt, so he had to wash that off too...
Don't ask how he lost his boot; he didn't know. I asked the same thing.
But then of course he needed to wash off his leg, his foot, his entire body. Really, he was just trying to help me out in the bathing department, I'm sure.
When you say your wedding vows you utter the phrase, "in good times and in bad."
This was one of the good times. One of the best.
Nearly two inches of rain later, he was stripped naked, thrown into his car seat and taken home for a proper bath following his impromptu shower. What a wonderful night this was. He turned three years old roughly 5 hours after this occurred. I'd say he spent the last hours of his two year old self pretty perfectly.
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