Cesspool

Considering California is in a drought, I have some serious questions as to where the following lake of a mud puddle could possible come from and furthermore, how it could possible sustain itself for days on end.

Let's consult the oracle, unearthed from the cesspool just this morning. "Joker, where did this mud puddle come from? And, can Mommy take a non-blurry picture of us conversing about it?"

In all seriousness, the cesspool of filth probably formed by big kids digging a monster hole and the sprinklers filling it in and now we're left with a semi-permanent mess-maker. Awesome. Well, at least someone thinks so. Maybe it's like any toy. The shine will come off the penny, so to speak. He's not a big fan of getting hosed off in the driveway in his birthday suit when he gets home.

Oh, and a tip of the day for everyone: you can pick your friends or you can pick your seat; but you cannot pick your friends' seats.

By the way, yep, those are Buzz Lightyear sunglasses. Is he a Stud Muffin, or what? He thinks so. Of course, the minute he got mud splashed on them, he took them off, promptly returned them to the mommy-slash-pack mule and said, "It will be alright if the sun is in my eyes. These are damaged now."