Let’s see. . . Sweet Boy#3 drizzled pancake syrup onto Leia during breakfast. Then our new puppy zoomed all around and rolled in the sand in the volley ball court at camp. What resulted: A sticky, sandy puppy in need of her very first bath.
Leia—Snuck a quick drink out of the toilet and then proceeded to bury her face in the peanut butter jar. The Hunky Hubby didn’t mention this incident until over a day later. I am racking my brain trying to think if I used the peanut butter during that time.
Leia was found attacking a pair of swim trunks in the laundry basket. One of the boys went to investigate. Apparently the trunks had been washed with a scone still stuffed inside the pocket. Yum! Hey, you can make a boy do his own laundry…how it gets done? …well at least they’re doing their own laundry.