boys will be boys

I promise you, every other time I look up from the dishes and look out our little kitchen window to check on the boys, Porter has his pants down around his ankles and is proudly peeing on the trunk of our giant maple tree and Keller is frantically shoving dirt and leaves down his already filthy cloth diaper. On days like these, bugs are usually consumed and flowers are typically destroyed. But gosh are they happy. Like pigs in mud.