This morning our son, Tornado, decided to play on the swings in our backyard without telling mom and dad.
It was raining this morning. And our backyard is full of clay soil that really sticks to you when wet.
Luckily, I had at least put boots on my son or his tennis shoes would have been ruined. He caked 2 inches of mud on his boots.
I loved mud and being in the rain as a kid. My husband had to be forced outside with a crowbar. As he and I texted back and forth this morning about Tornados redonkulous (hubby's word, not mine) issue this morning, I could feel apprehension dripping from his text message as I suggested playing in the mud may be a good idea (in the right timing)
"Yea, I suppose."
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