One more Andrew tale

So, we're moving rocks. Day 6 of rock rotation. Very boring, very tedious, very under appreciated by those who do not have millions of pounds of rocks to move. We're all filthy. We've all bathed every night before dinner/bed/reentry into brand spanking new house.

Andrew & Alex keep their rooms locked. To keep the twix out. Smart kids. But it means they can't get in either. An adult has to reach the key for them.

So after his bath, Andrew had to wait for me to come get the key for him. Instead of sitting draped in a towel like his more modest slightly older contemporary. Andrew decided to go to the sliding glass door and dance for our neighbors behind us who were trying to figure out their drainage system before the fence goes in, directly across from our sliding glass door.

All of a sudden, I realize what he's doing. I offer my apologies and she kindly (very understanding actually) made no big deal about his tally wacker antics.