There was mud, bikes, and boys. It was bound to happen and it was bound to be fun. Afterward, I stripped Damien and stuck him in the tub, but looking back I think Michael had the better approach. Who knew cleaning up could be as fun and getting dirty? :)
Painted toenails, reading fantasy, spashing in puddles, odd photo faces, and taking pictures in the rain. Isn't that what you think of when you think of the Utah Shakespearean festival?