Yesterday afternoon, Jeremy decided that we needed to do a little cookout after naps, so while the little guys (and gal) were sleeping, he gathered some supplies, ran to the grocery store for hotdogs and s'more ingredients, and we watched as a hail storm moved in. We thought the plans were off, but by the time the kids woke up, it was clearing out, so we loaded up in the pick-up and went searching for a spot that wasn't infested with mosquitos.
Jeremy set up a little fire pit and some make-shift benches, and he went to work.
It was all fun and games until John Paul pooped his pants.
I wish I was kidding.