I was a mud pie engineer when I was very young. We lived in a home that had a huge yard with very little grass. My Mom let me take the hose down to the far corner of the yard and play in the mud all day.
We had a white dog named Laika and he played in the mud with me too. How lucky was I that my Mom cared more about my ability to amuse myself than the cleanliness of the carpet. How lucky was I that we were kind of poor (compared to our neighbors) so we didn't have the nice things in our house to worry about messing up. I had friends from the neighborhood who would come and mud with me. Their Mom's wouldn't let them do that at home
I have to remember to encourage my son to be more dirty ! Perhaps he can get his master's in Mud Pie Engineering.
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Take care, dear K.P.!
-N.
I *tried* to get my boys to be dirty and play in the dirt when they were kids and they just wouldn't. I still encourage them to make mistakes and have adventures as often as possible.
My sister's kids have a mud hole in their backyard and her sons are not so fond of girls (yet) except for 2 sisters they call the "dirt girls" who love to play in the mud with them!
Thanks for the stories! I love stories!
- HG
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