Summer days full of warmth, sunshine, a kiddie pool, squirt guns, and a broken sprinkler result in dripping, soaking wet boys asking for dry clothes before returning to the outdoors to once again succumb to the tantalizing water and all its sogginess.
The joyous squeals of delight (as well as the occasional indignant shouts of "He got me wet!") are continually heard until the request for dry clothes is renewed. The cycle continues.
Summary: I need a clothesline and some clothespins.