Youngest squished up the stairs late Sunday morning. Why was he squishing? He had soaked himself with the hose. Why? "Because Eldest and J. triple-dog dared me."
And I could hear the age-old words of every parent before me spew forth from my own mouth, "If they had dared you to jump off a bridge, would you have?" Someone get me an updated parenting manual. That saying is just way too old.
Speaking of triple-dog daring, I hereby triple-dog dare ya to Elf Yourself. Come on, you know you want to. It's that time of the year. Update your old elves with new pictures, and tell me when you do 'cause I want to see 'em. Go do it now. I quadruple-dog dare ya.
[Edited to add: So, this never seems to load, so I've re-embedded it in the latest post. Quit wasting your time here and check out the one that seems to work. For now. Go on. I double-dog dare ya.]