Wordless Wednesday: When is a Sandbox Not a Sandbox?


















..............When it's a volcano, a pool, a lake and a sandwich shop, of course.

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Pamela said…
Awesome imagination! Also love your new look btw.
August 11, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Mary Lynn said…
They look like they're having a blast. Awesome.
August 11, 2010 at 8:03 PM
Kelly Miller said…
Is that your backyard? Looks fun!
August 11, 2010 at 9:22 PM
Anonymous said…
That looks like a super good time. This would be one of those occasions where I would lament my adult status, and the way it holds me back from sandbox play.

Also? Love the new look.
August 11, 2010 at 10:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Holy backyard sandbox Batman! That sandwich shop looks amazing, I'll have a reuban, hold the sauerkraut.
August 12, 2010 at 5:12 AM
Kitty Deschanel said…
These photos were taken in your backyard?! LOL, my mom would have freaked out! :p
August 12, 2010 at 6:41 AM
Pam said…
Tons of fun. :-) Mudtropolis. Can I play too?
August 12, 2010 at 11:05 AM
The Mayor! said…
I miss you! And I love the new design! And I adore the pics of your kidlets getting down & dirty & having fun! :-D
August 13, 2010 at 6:54 PM
Ms. G said…
I am so envious of the sandbox. I wouldn't be able to resist climbing in and playing myself!
August 14, 2010 at 12:38 PM
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