Really?

Mary begged me to come out and take her picture with the happy face balloon that was left over from her big sister's egg drop project. I happily obliged.

When I came outside I found her perched on top of the large, steaming, stinky pile of mulch that had been left in our driveway (at the butt-crack of dawn on Saturday by a loud, equally stinky dump truck, I might add) so that my beloved could finally, after talking about it for months work like a madman to mulch our desperate landscape.


What? Don't your kids usually climb to the top of a rotting, smelly heap of hardwood to have their portraits made?