They asked if they could use the water guns outside. I said yes and they ran to get dressed for a water fight. They’d only been out there a few minutes before their water squirting turned into mud making and brother painting. I could have been mad, I think everyone expected me to be. But this time I laughed, and took pictures. They are boys after all, and they only have this one chance at childhood. The phrase I keep repeating to myself these days is “Keep calm and take pictures.” There are many times I wish I had followed that advice. Like the time a couple of years ago they emptied one on my tubs of lotion all over each other. It was in their hair, on their clothes, and covered the whole bathroom, not forgetting to make sure the toilet had a good lather too. That time I didn’t take pictures and I wish I had. This time I snapped away and let them enjoy being boys. I’ll just get back at them by showing their girlfriends someday.