So the story from this Easter was that we managed to get everyone all fixed up and sent them to the car. It had been raining. We live in the country. That equals mud.
An unnamed little boy didn't go get in the car. He went in the mud. I called for him to get in the car, unknowing he had had fun with mud. He obeyed and got in the car. And climbed OVER his little sister (why, I am not so sure) but he must have climbed over her because when I got there to buckle up her lovely white and green and purple Easter dress was now brown.
It is pretty much life as normal... keeping me humble. And I will admit I didn't bother to change her clothes... I used a shout wipe and took her with "brownish" clothes to church.