This morning's pee was interrupted by the sound of blood-curdling screams coming from the driveway. Barely getting my pants back up and not bothering with the button, I sprinted out back to exactly what I expected to find. Deuce had gotten in the fire ant nest for the THIRD DAY IN A ROW and had already received four bites.
Coming to the rescue was Bonus...with a water hose.
Because apparently soaking your brother whose shoes are still covered in ants will solve the problem.
Or make mom's head spin in circles.
Either way, I give up.