Bummer.

This morning, I sat outside while Babygirl and DaycareKid played. I didn't see it happen, but Babygirl apparently gave DaycareKid a little shove and he landed with a little splash in the small, orange wagon that contained a small puddle. When he stood up, I saw his backside was wet. I said, "Bummer!" Babygirl eyed me, surveyed DaycareKid's soggy britches and said, "Bummer!" Then she gave an evil little chuckle and said, "It's funny!"

"Bummer" is her newest word. "It's funny" is her best new phrase.

This afternoon, the boys' twin friends came over. All five boys immediately headed for the backyard, where they proceeded to work on their new creek. The backyard slopes a little, so my boys discovered quite by accident that if you water the flowerbed closest to the patio, the water heads downstream along the edge of the flowerbed. The boys worked with a shovel and hoe, taking turns to dig and hack at the hard dirt so the dribbling water would pool in their hole.

Periodically, one of them would spray the hole with water, which is why they all have dirt in their hair. At one point, I glanced out the kitchen window to see one of my boys dangling his feet into the "creek."

Then YoungestBoy came rushing inside. "Mom!" He had a smear of dirt on his forehead, a scowl on his cherubic face and was drenched. "Mom! They sprayed me and now I'm going to have to take a bath!" Babygirl stopped dancing, gazed at him and said, "Bummer."

YoungestBoy growled at us and stomped upstairs to change clothes. Babygirl resumed her crazy, whirling dance, clad only in a diaper.