M told me this morning that, "Mud is like dirt’s muscles." as he and K edged closer and closer to the puddle at the play ground. A group of college students passed us as they walked to the library. One of they splashed his toe into the puddle, then exclaimed, "I feel like a kid!" to which his companions replied, "You are a kid."
Both pairs of M’s boots are drying out now, but the ones he had to yank out of the ground in his socks are just indescribable.
DH helped him shower before lunch. His clothes went right into a laundry basket in the hallway.
Mud Mud Glorious Mud, there’s nothing quite like it for cooling the blood….
M & friends invented "mud tag" at co-op last week. She was so muddy they called me to bring new clothes, and we're still scrubbing it off her scalp…