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My son is a dirt magnet. He can take a bath in the morning and not look it by early afternoon without going outside. But kids will be kids. They will make mud pies. And they will find every last drop of mud.
One day, after a good rain, there was a puddle in my yard. It was in a place where very little grass grew. It was full of mud.
My son, and two of his sisters decided it would be fun to play in the mud. It wasn’t about the water… it was the mud. It wasn’t dirt, it was mud. Gooey and sloppy. That was all that counted. They were almost totally covered like chocolate covered candy.
I cannot imagine how much fun I was missing out on.
Not In My House
It came time for them to come inside. But not in my house. There was no way that three of the muddiest children in the county were going to just trample through the house and leave little muddy footprints all over the place. No way. Not in my house. Can you imagine the mess? How can the house stay clean with these messy, muddy monsters?