There's a Hole in the Bucket.

No, seriously.

There's a hole in the $8 plastic bucket Jeremy, on one of my whims, brought home from Wal-Mart last Spring. It's our first time to try it out this year, and I barely had it filled up before I noticed the water was flowing out through a two-and-a-half inch gash on the bucket's blue bottom.

That didn't stop Jones and Freddie from getting a little more of the "good" out of it before they said "goodbye." When they did, they had just as much fun as they'd had with it last summer - sliding and splashing and laughing at each other.

Water-play days are among my favorites. The boys get grotesque and dirty, but I think they're never more themselves than when they're covered in the mud of their native North Carolina.

I told them about the hole in the bucket, but it didn't bother them a bit. I told them I'd buy a new bucket - a BIGGER bucket - while they're at Day Camp tomorrow.

And that's what I "wholly" intend to do.