We almost made it to the playground. But with just 20 feet to go before we reached the equipment, we happened upon this irresistible mud puddle. What happened next was inevitable."Don't you guys want to go down the slides?" I asked, half hoping I could coax them out of the mud and limit my mess.
"No!" yelled Caleb, a look of pure delight on his face. "Splash, Mommy! I'm makin' big splashes!"
I noticed. I also noticed that by now, their feet were soaked and their pants were caked with mud from their ankles to their knees. It seemed they'd be making the drive home in their birthday suits.
"You guys begged me to come to the park," I reminded them. "Don't you want to go play on the playground?"
Abby's splashing came to a momentary stop. She glanced down at her feet, then up at me with a look of confusion on her face.
"But Mommy," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Her arms were outstretched, her palms facing skyward as if she couldn't believe I wasn't seeing what she was seeing. "Mommy," she repeated, "there's all this mud!"
She was right. How silly of me to even ask.
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