Gotta love those teenagers

Yesterday we were enjoying a lovely afternoon, between rain showers, stroll through the botanical garden to see the Treewok Village, but the fun didn't start there. No way, the real fun didn't start until after we saw the Treewoks. Somehow when I was distracted taking pictures, the boys decided it was time to do a little bit of horsing around. I don't know about you, but in our house once this starts, it isn't long before one or both of them end up really ticked off.

So, this was my first indication that something was askew... I turned around to see my boys racing down the path... and in case you wonder...YES...one neglected to wear his belt and is trying to keep his pants from falling down.

Never fear, the crisis was averted and we were able to once again enjoy a leisurely stroll. They even posed for a couple pictures...these should alert you to the kind of mood they were in.
Do the words ornery teenagers come to mind?

Anyway, when they saw the swingset they just couldn't resist and all was well...for the first two minutes.

Then my son insisted that he wanted to swing on the little disc-swing-thingy...and away he went....
...he wasn't happy swinging a little bit. NO...he had to swing as high as he possible could...
...and when he didn't think he was high enough, he enlisted his brothers help and this is where it really gets interesting...I think the final picture says it all...

We checked to make sure he was okay. He was and surprisingly, he picked himself up, wiped himself off and decided they were just having fun.

All is well that ends well, right?

I do love my teenagers!

This post is linked to Monday Madness at the Tuckers Take Tennessee.