boys will be boys.

Sunday, late afternoon, John decided to build Brooks a sandbox. The boy loves to "deh" (dig) and loves sand, so it was a no-brainer.

Now, if I had only thought of the mess it would make ahead of time, I might have reconsidered. We had to strip Brooks down, diaper and all, and hose him off in the laundry room sink afterwards. And there's no telling how much sand made it into his mouth. Yummy.

I just have to remind myself to let him be little, that dirt (and sand) washes off, and that boys will be boys...