Deacon sprayed his squirt gun into the dirt and made a mud puddle. He announced they were at war, and convinced Kyle and Sean to camouflage their faces with the mud. Now they are all intermittently reapplying mud and belly crawling across the yard.
Caroline is cramming sweet potato puffs in her mouth and is otherwise captivated.
(My basket of ranunculus is dead.)
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