My neighbor has twin boys exactly my daughters age. They are sweet, cute little boys, although I am sure when they are about 16 I won't think so highly of them, especially if they are following my girl around. They showed up last night to play. The storms had come through (we missed the rain!) and cooled off the temps from around 105 to the lower 90's. It felt great outside and Chris decided to rope. The twins, having never seen a rodeo, couldn't wait to watch. They thought it was so cool that Chris let them help load the calves into the chute and before long, Chris couldn't help himself and had them on the ground with the calves practicing tieing and playing calf scramble. I went inside to finish dinner and looked out not long after to see all four kids, and my husband, in a huge water fight. Chris had the water hose, each twin had a five gallon bucket, filling them out of water troughs, Dillon had an empty coffee can, and Sis, well, she had the squeals. When it was time for the twins to go home, my two and Chris came into the house, sopping wet, their feet covered in (what I am hoping was mostly) mud and grinning from ear to ear. When the entire story was told, Chris had made the kids climb onto the fence and pretended to give them a lesson in "cooling off" and bathing his horse. He finished the lesson with "Do you know what sweaty, dirty horses and sweaty, dirty kids have in common? THEY ALL NEED A BATH." He then turned the hose on them setting off the water fight.
I can only imagine what Melinda thought when her boys returned home from a play date wet, dripping, muddy, and smelling like horses and cattle. I suppressed the urge to call her and promise to keep my biggest kid away from them!!!
As for the boys, their final words thrown over their shoulders were, "We'll come back tomorrow!!" Uh-oh, I think we've started something....
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