In spring a young man's thoughts may turn to love, but mine turn to . . . MUD. Each year about this time, my walls are re-decorated in swirls, streaks and splashes of brown with hand print accents. As someone who was nicknamed 'Miss Priss' by a college friend, I sometimes think I was not a very good choice to raise 3 boys! I do try very hard to stifle those prissy urges and let my boys be boys. This is how my boys looked today.
Matthew was literally DRIPPING mud. When I told him not to come too close because he was dripping he calmly replied "Of course, Mom. That's what Slime Man does."