After 5 winters in Knoxville without any ‘playable’ amounts of snow, we did NOT receive many, many lovely playable snowfalls this year after I had given away all of our snow pants, boots and gloves.
I did NOT put sandwich baggies on Nick’s hands and cover them with a pair of socks so that he could play in the snow
and I certainly did not send my little man outside in a purple coat accented with pink flowers.
Nope, not me.
I recently did not walk into the bathroom to discover a mud covered stool and cabinet front
where someone climbed up to look in the mirror, a mud caked countertop
where someone climbed up to wash and a muddy towel
where someone tried to wipe off the offending article.
I followed the mud trail out of the bathroom, through the hall into a bedroom and I did not find mud all over one of the beds and a boot resting in a drawer of clean clothes,
a very muddy boot.
This is what I found at the end of it all.
He did take off his boots before he tramped onto the carpet, but I’d clean up
10 1000 a million times that much mud for this sweet little face,wouldn’t you?