The other night the boys thought they'd add a little excitement to their normal bedtime routine. When their shower was done and their pyjamas on, they ran out the door. This is something they do from time to time. Our front door opens onto a balcony that runs around the courtyard that is in the centre of our somewhat circular building. The boys run around it like a racetrack and come back in. It's not something we encourage, but it's not the worst that could happen. However, this time they decided to head down the stairs. Spencer went after them and followed them out of the courtyard into the common area between the buildings. Who knows how long the chase would have lasted if the boys had not been slowed considerably by the prickles in the grass. It's all fun and games until your feet are full of prickles. By the time I caught up with them (wearing flip flops) Spencer was carrying both boys out of the grass. All three of them were barefoot and all three of them had feet speckled with little prickles. They spent the rest of the evening taking turns having me pluck prickles out of their feet. Some of them couldn't be reached, especially since Peter was resistant to having me come anywhere near his tootsies with a pair of tweezers. After they went to bed I had Spencer soak his feet in water and baking soda which did the trick. So the next morning I did the same with the boys. A Thomas & Friends DVD and granola bars helped them pass the time, along with the novelty of sitting in the living room with their feet in a tub of water. Another prickle was removed successfully from each boy. They still have a few that will need soaking but things are pretty well on their way to being sorted. I'm sure they'll think twice before trying a stunt like that again.
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