Today the boys and I went for a too-quick (in Carter’s opinion) trip to the Discovery Museum. The garden has been opened for the season (finally!) and I decided it made perfect sense to let them go out after fully soaking themselves playing the waterworks area. I figured it would be nice to be in the warm sun and they might dry off, instead of forcing me to get out the dry outfits I had for both of them in my bag.
Wrong. Dirt + water… you get my drift. But hey, I did have those spare clothes, so I really didn’t care. It’s not like their hamper is not already a piquant mix of aromas, why not add in some earthy smells? ;)
See, last time we were there, there was not this AWESOME digging area. And they did love it dearly.
Right about here I should add that Carter kept correcting me about something. I call it dirt. He says it’s soil. SOIL. Sheesh.
Anyway, their clothes started to get a great muddy sheen to them. Cole is not one to hold back, and he really got into the digging.
Who needs tools?
Not him, that’s NOT who. Then, the inevitable happened.
Sweetie, you have a little something on your chin…
Well, as long as he’s not upset… might as well let it be. Seeing as my wipes were not handy at the moment, being at my stroller ~20 feet away.
Dirt has minerals and vitamins, right? Oh, sorry, I forgot. SOIL…