Do you vacuum out your shoes?
I know what you are thinking, who would even think of such a funny thing as to vacuum out a pair of shoes...well let me tell you I know a girl that has mentioned such a thing to me and her name is Gwen.
It all started this past weekend, James was off running wild in the designated camping areas for young scouters, and I was at home with my kids, and a few extra. We had nothing but time to kill, so we went to a new park that Brooke found just a few minutes drive from our place ( well if you factor in weekend traffic it was about 20 minutes away).
Like Zilker Park this little play area has a sand box that has hidden dinosaur bones that you can dig up, but it is a lot bigger, and LOTS more sand, and swings and dirt, and mud, and since we have had a few storms lately, there were puddles too. And Harrison found them (lets just say that he had no pants, socks or shoes on for the ride home).
A little shovel here, a little sand everywhere else...
then move to the next spot for more digging and sand flinging.
India and Yale were great at finding the hidden dinosaur bones, Harrison not so much just a lot of sand flinging.
Gwen on the other hand was looking for buried treasure. And she actually found a little toy that was buried there, she was so excited I don't think that I could have planned it any better.
Harry and India making castles.
Ah yes and then one of the puddles, and Harrison with a wet bum. Great. It was right after this that Harrison climbed and fell off of a bench, scraping up his little face and head that we called it a day. I tell you what, he trips walking on a flat surface. Nutty kids. Well as we were driving home I asked the kids if they wanted to go trough a car wash, and they said yes, so we did and Gwen cried the whole time, then after she talked about it like it was the greatest thing that she has ever done, I just don't get it.
To try to make her feel better I was telling her it was like the car was taking a shower, and it had soap, and shampoo and then a giant hair dryer, she liked that. So I asked her if we should go and vacuum it out (thinking that I would be able to check it off my to do list while entertaining at the same time) to which she responded, " No, but maybe you could vacuum out my shoes, they are dirty."
Well I suppose that with all the sand that made it into hair, pockets, pants, and socks, I bet that the shoes could have used a good vacuuming out. I guess I will try to remember that one for next time.
It all started this past weekend, James was off running wild in the designated camping areas for young scouters, and I was at home with my kids, and a few extra. We had nothing but time to kill, so we went to a new park that Brooke found just a few minutes drive from our place ( well if you factor in weekend traffic it was about 20 minutes away).
Like Zilker Park this little play area has a sand box that has hidden dinosaur bones that you can dig up, but it is a lot bigger, and LOTS more sand, and swings and dirt, and mud, and since we have had a few storms lately, there were puddles too. And Harrison found them (lets just say that he had no pants, socks or shoes on for the ride home).
A little shovel here, a little sand everywhere else...
then move to the next spot for more digging and sand flinging.
India and Yale were great at finding the hidden dinosaur bones, Harrison not so much just a lot of sand flinging.
Gwen on the other hand was looking for buried treasure. And she actually found a little toy that was buried there, she was so excited I don't think that I could have planned it any better.
Harry and India making castles.
Ah yes and then one of the puddles, and Harrison with a wet bum. Great. It was right after this that Harrison climbed and fell off of a bench, scraping up his little face and head that we called it a day. I tell you what, he trips walking on a flat surface. Nutty kids. Well as we were driving home I asked the kids if they wanted to go trough a car wash, and they said yes, so we did and Gwen cried the whole time, then after she talked about it like it was the greatest thing that she has ever done, I just don't get it.
To try to make her feel better I was telling her it was like the car was taking a shower, and it had soap, and shampoo and then a giant hair dryer, she liked that. So I asked her if we should go and vacuum it out (thinking that I would be able to check it off my to do list while entertaining at the same time) to which she responded, " No, but maybe you could vacuum out my shoes, they are dirty."
Well I suppose that with all the sand that made it into hair, pockets, pants, and socks, I bet that the shoes could have used a good vacuuming out. I guess I will try to remember that one for next time.
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