Mary, Mary...

We spent two and a half hours at Discovery Meadows this morning. It was beautiful and peaceful, and a good time spent with old friends. The moms visited while the kids played. Hard. We barely saw them except to occasionally dole out band aids and flush sand out of the eyes. Hours later, Mary stood up from the couch where she had been playing Wii for a bit. Left on the couch cushion was half the sand from the sand play area at the park. Confused, I went to investigate. This is what I found:



"Mary, how many times did you slide down the sand hill?"
"Oh, about a hundred."
Obviously!