Until Pete climbed ON TOP of the humongous plastic dinosaur slide (it's not for climbing on. But an 8-year-old showed him how, so it's fine). He couldn't get down, so my sister had to climb up and try not to fall as she grabbed him.
Then Chub refused to listen to everyone telling him to stay away from the edge of the water, and literally almost fell off a boat dock into the canal. Probably a 4 foot drop into water with no ledge to climb out. And he can't swim. No big deal. I almost died.
And then my aunt told me that if he had fallen, I'd be calling an ambulance because she would be having a heart attack.
I didn't bother pointing out that the real reason I'd be calling an ambulance would be to help my drowning son. Some things are better left unsaid.
So we came home.
And today we got to play with a 10-week-old baby. The boys now need a sister, obviously.
Because I'm ridiculously good at handling the two kids I already have.