Did I Hear "Canonball"???

I was trying to get all packed for our vacation. The children were driving me CRAZY. We were going to go to the pool to swim off some energy but it was "Closed due to contaimination" for the third day in a row. So, after cleaning up all the 25 dollar i.d bare mineral powder make-up off the floor in my bathroom (and from the face of my precious 2 year old) and just after picking up peanuts that were ground into the carpet, and after running downstairs to the screams of "he's got cuts all over him!! They're all over him!!!" only to find, yes, you guessed it, Rhett, with red permanant marker on his cheeks, nose, palms and belly, I sent the lovelies outside to play. Actually, I demanded that they go before something happened that we would all regret later. I slid up my breakfast nook window so I'd be able to hear the happenings outside while I was cleaning the kitchen. That's when I heard "CANONBALL!!" I looked out to find this: My camera was actually sitting right there because I was packing it up and I took these shots through the screen so as not to undermine my forthcoming discipline. They had filled the sandbox full of water and it was a complete mess. So, you know, I was so sick of threats and spankings and loss of privileges. Therefore, I put on my mad face, marched right out there, grabbed the hose, and completely doused each one of them. I sprayed them until they looked like they had been dunked into the deep end of the pool with their clothes on. I even sprayed them in their faces as they fell to the ground trying to get away. Yeah. I guessed they learned a lesson that time, huh?
I'm sure the neighbors love my sometimes irrational behavior. But, keepin' it real, sometimes having three boys can move you to do sometimes immature and irrational things.

(Just for the record: this punishment was in no way effective. Do not try it at home. While I was completely wild-eyed and crazed, the children were laughing and loving it. Oh, well.)