Untamed

The playground from yesterday's photos has a misty sprinkler thing for the untamed children to run through.  Today we met Elsa and her dad there, and the girls decided the prudent course of action was to get soaked.

As always, Rowan tagged along.

Later at dinner:

Lyla: Knock knock.

Julie: Who's there?

Lyla: Eyeball.

Julie: Eyeball who?

Lyla: Eyeball poopypants!

Lyla and Rowan erupted into gales of hotdog-spewing laughter.

Rowan: Knot knot!

Julie: Who's there?

Rowan: Poopy poopypants!

More gales.  This went on the entire meal, despite our efforts to introduce more genteel options such as "Boo"/"Boo who?"/"Why are you crying?" and "Atch"/"Atch who?"/"Bless you!"  Turns out, the children appreciate the lowest form of toilet humor.  Just like their mother.