His Name Is Mud...

In true almost 3 year old boy fashion, Little Red went rolling in a rather large mud puddle at school yesterday. Seriously. His teacher said she couldn't tell who he was because he was totally covered from head to toe. That's my boy! He actually had to have a bath at daycare. I've never picked him up clean before. All the teachers thought it was hilarious and LR told me that the other kids laughed at him. Shocker, I know. He says he will NOT ever do it again. I'm having trouble believing him, though. The boy does love to make a mess. The condition of my house & truck prove it. Too bad they didn't get pictures. In his defense he says he was only "spwashing awound" when he accidentally fell in. He assured me that it was not on purpose. Our convo went like this-

Me: Why in the world did you roll in a mud puddle?

LR: I not. I was spwashing all awound in the water and I fell in. It was an askident (accident) and it was scusting (disgusting).

Me: That just wasn't a good idea. You need to stay away from puddles when you are playing outside at school.

LR: I will never ever do dat again. I pwomise with aw my heart.


Somehow I doubt this is my boy's last romp in the mud, especially considering how much his daddy loves to play in it. Who am I kidding? I've been known to get a little mud on my tires, too.