This morning dawned bright, clear and nippy. At least it was nippy for us because it was about 68 outside. I shivered into sweats, made the girls wear warm clothes and then we headed out for coffee, breakfast and early last minute food shopping.
When we got home, I started the turkey brine and found a recipe for apple pie and royal icing. We left the girls outside to play in the backyard. About an hour into all of this, Reagan came into the house and shouted from the back room, "Mommy, can I have a towel." That is never a good phrase. It's definitely not a good phrase before 11:00am during the month of November. I turned to see Reagan standing in her diaper with rain boots, soaked hair, wet body and goosebumps. Of course, I had to ask, "What were you doing?" Why do moms ask such silly questions? We deserve the anwers we get, like Reagan's, "I was filling my boots with water." I pointed solemnly to the backdoor, and both Tanner and I burst into laughter as we heard water sloshing about in her boots as she headed for the door.
So, I ended up dumping out a great quantity of water from her boots, discovered that Kate had changed into a bathing suit, explained that even though it was 72 outside bathing suits and water play were out of the question, dried the girls and sent them out to play with strict instructions to make mudpies not have pool parties.
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