always turns to rain.
Or at least that is what my grandmother would tell us as we were growing up. It had nothing to do with the changeable maritime weather. The translation is: too much horsing around and laughter will inevitably end in tears. It takes restraint not to say it, out loud, when I happen upon activities like this:
What in the world is Caden thinking? Certainly taking his life into his hands. Really makes it hard to defend him when his big brother does this:
and this
and this
and then Caden does this ... a wet Willie!!
Craziness, I tell you. It went on for at least 15 minutes. Cole, fully aware that he is bigger, stronger, faster allowed his wiley, stinky, dirty-dealing little brother to "win". There were so many squeals and giggles you'd swear they were pigs in mud!
After all the hilarity wore off, Cole finally got the peace he craved:
I promise, Caden was not harmed in any way and will live to attack his brother another day.
