Muddy Sunday

It's Sunday...Sarah wants to swim. So, we (meaning Taylor) clean her little pool out and fill with water. I look out the window to check on the little one, and find the hose watering the dirt under the rope swing and Sarah sliding back and forth, clinging to the rope swing. The pool "water" is a brackish brown swamp like substance, making myself think of movies like "Deliverence", banjos play in the back of my head.
My father approaches from behind, looks over my shoulder at his youngest grandchild and calmly asks, "Is this what you call a photo opportunity?" Jinky! I certainly wasn't thinking "oohh photo op". Thoughts were more in line with "crap, she'll track across the carpet, will soap actually clean her?, man, she'll be mad if I hose her down with the garden hose."

Photo Op, won...