This is a sampling of what happens at least twice a week. We rush outside right at 5:00 because the "dark comes" (as Josie says) at 5:45. When I get the babies outside playing comfortably with toys and in an area where there are no mud puddles, I rush in to stir the dinner that's simmering on the stove. And this is what awaits me when I return:
And sometimes I'm too lazy to correct him and just grab my camera instead.