There is a children's book called Mud. In it a little boy explores the joy of mud and invites all his friends to join in. Everytime I read this book to Macy, I think, "What is that little boy's mother going to say?" I hope I reacted right when Macy decided to do a little exploring of herself. I just grabbed my camera and she became a model in a photo shoot. Then I hosed her off and changed her clothes. Can life really get any better than oozing your toes and fingers through wet cold mud?
