So yesterday after I finished painting the kitchen I was talking to my mom on the phone... wandering around the house picking up stuff and placing things back where they needed to be in the kitchen.
The older kids had gone to see if friends could play, and apparently found one at home. Turbo was in the backyard in his snow gear cause that was where he wanted to be.
As I wondered around blabbing to my mother, I considered going downstairs and picking up things there... I'm glad I didn't.
Blah, Blah, Blah *squeak* ??
I look up at the back window and see a big streak of mud.... and behind that mud? A face... and more mud.
"Oh, crap, mom I have to go!"
Turbo had apparently found some nice gooey mud in the backyard. And from what it looked like he had bathed in it! To give you an idea, I considered hosing him down... IN JANUARY! And then discarded that idea for one that involved stripping him down on the back deck.
Apparently he didn't care that his clothes were wet and muddy, just that his hands (which were holding his mud soaked gloves) had gotten soiled. Even then I had to bribe him with a bath to get him to let me take off his clothes!
The whole time he was looking at his hands exclaiming "It's too MUCH mom! It's too MUCH!"
5 comments:
Oh!!! I wish there was a photo! What a cutie pie!
Yeah, I thought about that right AFTER I had gotten everything cleaned up! :P Awwww well, next time I guess. :)
What a cutie! And how funny that he was only disturbed about his hands, and not everything else. Little boys are the best.
Oh, I love it! So cute.
My Mad does those kinds of things too. I'll tell her no, but she doesn't listen. Last year I hosed my kids off in the crisp fall weather buck naked of the driveway because they danced through the newly seeded lawn "because it looked fun". I was so mad I stripped them down and hosed them off full blast while they cried it was cold. I caught the neighbor peaking from behind a tree at the property line and all I could think is "Hope you like the show" I was tempted to yell it, but we don't speak, lol.
You gotta love the muddy ones.
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