"Oh, Inge, are you girls playing in that ditch again?!?"
"No, Mama."
Hmm.
On the way out the door to check on the mischief makers, I ran into Stella.
"Mama, Donna pushed me and I got splashed!"
"What were you doing near the ditch anyway?"
"We weren't by the ditch, Mom. We were just swinging."
"Swinging? Show me."
I guess that explains everything.
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