The Bub and I were having a picnic in the soggy grass at the park when he jumped up, announced, "I'll be right back," and ran far away to investigate something important: cement, workmen, a lamppost, I'm not really sure. He came back eventually, slipping a bit in a mud slick along the way. He stuffed a couple of grapes in his mouth and told me "I'm going back to the mud puddle where I belong," and spent a good ten minutes getting disgusting.
Out of the mouths of babes! At first I thought he was helping the cement people by stomping around in wet cement! Alo.
ReplyDeleteOh my, what a good mom you are letting him get so full of mud. You must be making up for the times I wouldn't let you when you were little! LOL He sounds like he's very, very busy in his mud puddle!
ReplyDeleteI commend you on your patience!! I would have not been as accommodating and nice as you are if Taylor was in that position...unless she was wearing her mud boots.....which I insist she does everyday lest she find a puddle.....which she will. He's a lucky little boy to have such an awesome mamu!!!
ReplyDeleteI ditto Wisco's Mom!
ReplyDeleteAren't the Bub's shoes in this photo sort of like or are Croc's? They'd be great for mud puddles--because then the feet can feel all that lucious mud and you just rinse them off--and him too!!
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