When there is room in the heart, there is room in the home.
Wow, I bet they had fun! What a mess! lol:)
Yep...looks painfully familiar. Except mine go rite for the bare spots in the yard and come in covered in mud. It all comes out in the wash...is what I tell myself! LOLAre those plastic bags on their feet? Your so inovative!
I remember those days of running through the puddles in Kentuchy on Visalia Road. =] Oh what memories we have there.
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