This rarely happens and I have completely and unreservedly gave in to their every whim. We started with a yummy breakfast of toast with raspberry jelly (a Christmas present from Great-Grandma Grace) and hot chocolate out of crystal punch cups. We headed outside in the sunshine to trim my rose bushes.
Our 13 month old little prince loved the water, but when big sis pulled the sprinkler onto a bare dirt spot and they got a pretty impressive mud puddle going he really came alive.
Just for the record, chickens don't like sprinklers or mud puddles. Now that they are in a sudsy bathtub, I think we'll eat ice cream for supper. Don't tell the older kids that mom is so cool.