"I am Mudman!"

There's been some construction on our street. Add to that the light rain showers we've had recently, and you have a recipe for some free entertainment.


It started out innocently enough with Rev drawing in the mud with sticks. Then he got his toes muddy, and eventually his hands.


Once he had successfully squished mud up to his elbows (while following my request to keep his clothes clean), he started "shooting" everything in sight, including confused passersby. Somewhere around this time he began yelling, "I am Mudman!"

He did an excellent job of entertaining himself in the mud for several minutes, but before too long he flung some dirt on his unsuspecting mother.

"Sweet, don't get me muddy please!"

"But I want to get you muddy," he said with his much-practiced and very convincing puppy-dog eyes.

Long story short: a very messy mud-fight ensued.

I couldn't take pictures of the delightful event, but luckily a friend got home just as we were heading to the hose and took these shots.




Judging by the volume of mud that I poured into his hair, I'd say I won.