Turn your back on two inherintely mischeivious three-year old boys and trouble is inevitable; guaranteed.
Brock and Jamin. Cousins. Best Buds. Operatives in a semi-successful scheme to drive their momma's mad! One tip of the dog's water bucket and a muddy opportunity presented itself to these finger-pointing "it wasn't me" three-year old boys. It doesn't matter who's idea it was to puddle jump and finger paint because by the time the muddy culprits presented themselves to us, it was too late. Head-to-toe muddy monstrosities streaked into the living room and then streaked right back outside when they saw the instantaneous horror on our faces (or perhaps it was the steam escaping from our ears!). Its no suprise that they led us right to the scene of the crime, joyfully giggling and delighting in muddy indulgence. Its also no surprise that the dogs had not escaped the clutches of these two little terrors--as both dogs were CAKED in mud.
In the end, though, what can you do? They're boys. Mud is sort of a rite of passage. And they're three....and experts at it. So, I did what any momarazzi would do and pulled out my trusty Nikon and started shooting.
