The cousins were up this week and I didn’t do a very good job of writing all of the crazy stuff the boys did down. I didn’t think I would have anything to write about for today but then while I was blogging Sweet Boy#3 and Sweet Boy#2 went out to play on the porch while they waited for their brother to wake up. When they came back in I was horrified to see an enormous bloody wound that covered Sweet Boy#3’s calf…but he wasn’t crying or fainting of dripping bodily ooze. It was red paint! So I guess I do have something to write about. The boys found Chaco’s paintball gun painting station (he is making half of the guns red and half of them blue) and decided to help. No guns were painted, however many other things were and those things are a beautiful blood red.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!