Boys Will Be Boys

I was at work on Sunday. L was home. They were all up in the tree house because Ron had completed the decking floor. (No side rails are up yet, hence the parental supervision). Anyway the boys climbed back down to play in the yard as L took pictures of birds. Here is the story of what happened, in pictures, from L's perspective. Really, there are no words.  Except what I wrote in the title. 

If you couldn't tell, they were spraying the water down their shorts. Nice. Also, hilarious.
Love my boys!