I was in the process of hanging some insulation, when I noticed how quiet the work site was. This was somewhat disturbing because seven boys were playing on the site, my four and three friends. However, I figured what's the worst thing that could happen... at a construction site... with a pond... and the neighbors pond... Then I heard the piercing wail.
I met Jack the youngest outside. This is what he looked like...
He was upset because his shirt had some mud on it, and he was pouring the blame on his brethern. I turned the corner and this is what I saw...
And this...
Show me some muscles mud boys!