In keeping with the end of the semester, things have been consistently chaotic here. Trying to get anything done with the Brat Pack around is... difficult, to put it mildly. Although last spring, I managed to write my Master's thesis, raise Bast in an apartment, and pass kidney stones (in order of ascending difficulty), this semester with the Terrible Twins seems even more difficult.
They are so evil.
But, however wicked they are, they make up for it by being nauseatingly adorable. Earlier this week, I went to dump their water tub in the backyard out and fill it wish fresh water, since Bast likes to go dig and then wash his feet off in the tub.
I wish I were joking about that, but His Highness doesn't like to have his feet dirty for long.
I had no idea that turning over the water tub would entice the Littles over to play, however I had barely turned out the tide before they came stomping over to splash in the puddle.
The nasty little pigs made a wallow and proceeded to defile themselves... this is why, when shopping for houses, my only non-negotiable amenity was "NO CARPETS".
There's nothing like a good bit of mud!
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