We don't get a lot of sandstorms here in the states. It is a lot more common in Kuwait, where the company I work for is based. I guess my kids have heard me talk about them.
This morning after Sadie and Brady's bath they ran around butt naked and screamed that mom, the "sand storm", was after them. I couldn't talk them in to getting dressed, so I finally informed them that sand is very uncomfortable between the "cheeks", so they better hurry and get dressed before the wind blows their direction. It worked.
Sometimes we just have to get creative.
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