What happens when you have kids+ woodchips + dog pen?

= a huge, but nonetheless, fun mess. My dad decided that the dogs needed more woodchips, a fresh layer of them, for their pen. The kids decided that they needed them also. So, while I was faithfully making dinner, the kids were making a mess and getting woodchips all over the place. In their hair, clothes, etc. They didn't seem to mind, even when they had them down their pants which couldn't really feel good.

I really can't complain- they were contained for awhile and they sounded like they were having fun. And it's not like I locked them in there or something. They went by choice and closed the gate behind them. Although the pictures make it look like I was trying to lock them up. Good times as usual around here!