The newt is not mine, nor is the child holding it. The shot is blurry because I had to rush before the newt could jump off his hand and onto my freshly mopped kitchen floor and, perhaps, disappear into my soccer bag in the closet.
What are afternoons at your house like?
The other day, the older boy discovered that the dog liked peanut butter when the dog licked the excess off the boy’s hand. Plus it tickled, so the older boy convinced the younger boy to let him cover the younger boy’s foot with peanut butter, and film the results. The younger boy has sore rib muscles today from laughing so hard while the dog licked his toes.
Sometimes, they go swimming in the creek and I make them wash off outside.
Afternoons are messy at our house.