After we walked to the park and back, you and the other kids played in the back yard in the water.
You kept disappearing behind the shed. Anytime I’d ask where you were, you’d appear and say you’re ok.
Then you came out with a huge mud ball. You had mud up your arms, all over your stomach and down your legs. You came over and asked Brooklyn to wash you off with the hose and returned to get just as muddy again. I’m looking forward to getting dirty with you on my more adventures as you grow up.