My household of boys

David, being the near perfect man that he is, writes a letter each week to my brother who is serving a mission. He's been writing a missionary once a week for 4 1/2 years now. This is an excerpt from a recent letter. It pretty much sums of my life living with all my boys.

"Last Thursday I decided to work on my yard with my 2 boys. They were a lot of help and we were making great progress. The boys were absolutely filthy since they were helping me pull weeds. After a little while Jacob notified me that he needed to use the bathroom. I hesitated a little to tell him to go in the house since he was filthy, so I decided that it would be OK if he went number 1 in the yard, especially since I was going to wash it off after we were done with the weeds. I then told him to go towards the fence, pointing to the corner and pee on the ground. I knew that it was not the best thing to do, but I thought it was harmless and it would be OK. He agreed and I continued pulling the weeds. A few seconds later I turned to where he was to see how things were going and I saw him right against the fence that faces my good neighbors the Walkers, his pants were down his ankles and he was doing his business. He had found a little opening in the fence and decided to pee right through it unto the neighbor’s lawn. It was the funniest thing in the world but of course I had to contain the laughter and make him stop. I told him where he was supposed to be doing his business and he finished and continued helping me. A few minutes later, I looked at the fence again, just to discover Adam doing the same thing. Good grief. It was hilarious, and thank goodness that the neighbors were not having a BBQ because then I would have had to do some explaining. Ashley does not know about this story, and I am sure she will not be very trilled with my poor parenting skills and terrible example."

I really hope you're not reading this, Angie!