Redsand Canyon Denimclad baboons.

Target struck! Jack laughed wickedly at the splash he and Leona had caused on their dad’s backend. Maxim took it like a champ, standing with an expression of shock on his face. This was especially pleasing to the boy. He liked that look of surprise and hoped that he might inspire it again.

Towhee cawed that they had done a good job, saying that their dad’s butt needed a good washing. Jack Snipe giggled childishly, sloshing his way to where they were standing. He offered a play bite to his father’s leg before he chuckled again.

Yeah, dad! Stinky BUTT!

Jack thought that was the funniest thing in the world.