The new dunk tank is finally in working order and Sweet Boy#3 promptly convinces me that since the camp counselors have to go into the dunk tank if their campers request it and I called him my camper the other day…then I therefore was required to go in the dunk tank. I did and it was very very cold and well worth the joy on my 3 boys’ faces as I plunged into the frigid depths. Princess Leia was not pleased however. As soon as I hit the water I screamed, she leaped up barking and trying to rush to my aid. At least someone was looking out for me!
Princess Leia–Knocks a box of pop-its off the coffee table and then lays down, somehow crushing a pop-it and setting it off.
Sweet Boy#2–Is doing a fabulous job cleaning the bathroom, until he picks up a gallon of paint left over from out bath tub renovation and plunks it down in the hall. The lid comes off and the paint splashes all the way up onto the bedroom door and comes down in a huge splat across the carpet. Much scrubbing ensued.
Princess Leia–Barks fiercely at a cooler full of dry ice that The Hunky Hubby bought to use for fire-less fireworks on the 4th of July. She growls and pokes at the cooler with her nose, jumping back whenever that nose gets too close to the steaming ice.
Princess Leia–After the trauma of her bath (she rolled in goat poop and we failed to appreciate her new goat essence perfume) Princess Leia ran around the house rolling on things until she found a nice little packet of board game pieces that she promptly stole and started carrying around in her mouth.