mark my words...

i will NEVER get another sand box. not only do the kids get covered in sand every time they go out back (and immediately need a bath), they throw it at each other, at the house, and in the house (on my new treadmill). today, however, topped it all off. johnny came to me and said "wash hands". he is such a clean boy. he is always wanting to wash his hands, and if he spills on himself he has to take off all his clothes and change. so, i noticed he had caked on sand all over his hands, and as we were washing them off, it wreaked of poop. i thought it was his diaper, but i realized it was his hands. we were scrubbing and scrubbing, but the smell wouldn't leave. i knew what it was. i went outside and sure enough- cat poop. and we don't even have a damn cat. so, i am throwing it away forever. so one day if the kids ever ask for another sand box, i will say "hell no" and tell them the story of the day their sandbox became a litter box.