It was the picture perfect example of a kid enjoying the outdoors.
Kellan ran, giggling, giddy about being able to finally be outside. He ran and ran down the gully on the edge of our yard as my husband and I watched, also a little giddy. “This is the dream.” I thought. Laughing. Running. Laughing. Running! Face down in swampy water. Screaming. Crying. Screaming. Crying. It was one of those situations where, as parents, our outward appearances were of empathy, but we looked at each other and laughed when he couldn’t see. “I’m covered in MUCK!” He screamed between sobs. Examining his hands, truly, full of green slime and plant life, I pulled off his sopping wet shoes and socks, and then his pants. He quickly went inside to change and emerged very confident that he “never, ever” wanted to go in that muck again.
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Susan Apps-Bodilly
3/8/2020 08:41:14 pm
Yes!! It's mud season! That is a real thing.
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3/9/2020 02:34:37 pm
My apologies but I am totally laughing with you too. I can think of many similar times with my girls.
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Shelly021
3/10/2020 09:29:38 pm
Poor guy! I hate Muck too!
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