Friends and Enemas

Most of the time I can excuse Sam and Jake's behavior by convincing myself that is how boys play. There is the expected amount of sword play, roughhousing, tussling, name calling and poop jokes. But I can't really explain Sunday. They spent most of Sunday outside drowning fire ants and spraying each other in the butt with the garden hose. Dear, sweet, observant Abby stood about 2 feet away, pointing at them and looking back over her shoulder at me like "Are you seeing this?"