Oh my Lord. I thought that there was sand from Corinne's sweatshirt from when she was playing in the sandbox yesterday.
Um, NO. The sand would be from a small frog that was, apparently, stuffed with sand. A small frog that got a hole in it... and the sand is EVERYwhere. Every table surface, every corner of the first floor, every toybox, every big toy, the couches, the tables. Apparently, the frog was in a hopping race yesterday.
Guess what I get to do today?
The sand culprits. Don't let their cute smiles fool you....
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Maybe they need to be introduced to Mr. Dustbuster!
They are cute though :)
Don't they always look the most angelic when they're at their most mischievous? (I hate sand filled toys. We had a large stuffed iguana that developed the teensiest opening along the seam. Enough to spill a couple of cups of sand on the carpet.)
Sand is so not fun to get out of stuff. Thanks for the reminder, I've been wanting to get a sandbox, what was I thinking?
aw come on now, they can do NO wrong!
sorry about all the sand; but my goodness is that a cute picture!
Surely you don't mean those sweet faces are the alleged culprits? :)
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