Sun-bathing. Does it count as sun-bathing if all your doing is hopping in out of a baby pool, jumping on the trampoline with a sprinkler on, and splashing in muddy puddles? The term sun-bathing sounds so much more passive of an activity compared to what goes on in our back yard. Maybe sun-attacking, or mud-bathing, or skin-burning. Whatever it’s called, the final result is wet, smells gently of dog, and after a bath, gets a thick slathering of aloe.
“Hold all my calls mom. I’m a bit busy. Oh, and where’s that lemonade I ordered 2 minutes ago? Hey, where are you going? What are you doing pointing that hose toward me. You wouldn’t!”
My own pair of Jersey Shore “guidos.”
These two boys can’t wait for puberty, so weird! I think it’s the muscles and chest hair thing that really appeals. What about the zits and the stench!? Boys…They’ve got the stinky socks and feet down to an art already.