In the car on the way to meet Brandon at the hike:
#1: Hey, mom! I can see the "G"!
me: You guys wanna hike the "G" sometime?
#2: Is it like the "Y"?
#2: Well, if I can hike the "Y", then I can hike the "G"!
me: Yes! That's the attitude I need! High five!
We hiked Battle Creek Falls in Pleasant Grove on Mt. Timp (please notice #2's pants that she accidentally put on backwards, haha!):
This is my nephew. His name is Josh.
So, on Saturday afternoon, about fifteen minutes before the babysitter showed up, my BIL suddenly noticed #3 and Josh in the backyard. And he yelled. And ran. Fast. We all went to the door to see what was the matter, and we saw the boys with their pants and underwear pulled down. Dan, having picked up Josh, was stifling extreme laughter. What could be so funny, you might ask? Josh pooped in our pond.
Now you must know, we have a pond. It's small, it's man-made, it's next to a tree. It's also empty right now --there are some large rocks in it, some dirt, and an occasional small pool of water, due to rain and sprinklers. And yes, I let the children play in said hole. I'm all about the adventure-part of their childhood. Anyway, this pond must have had "Come poop in me!" written all over it, because that's what my nephew did. Oh, yes, dear reader. And my sister was mortified and horrified (that's possible, right?).
How that kid balanced carefully enough to get his defecation into that pond/hole was beyond all of us; the fact that we stopped it before #3 tried it is nothing short of a miracle.
I made Brandon clean it out. He used a shovel; the kid's purple shovel, and then he threw the shovel away. Josh got a time out, and as we left for our dinner-date, we laughed heartily at Josh and his unpredictability. It was awful, yes, but it was also hilarious.
Seriously, kids make for the best stories.