Yesterday morning as we were trudging through the daily routine of packing our backpacks and gathering coats and mitts and lunch bags, I suggested that there might be some ice puddles outside that needed crunching. All three kids were out the door pretty quick after that. And they were rewarded with dozens of nice crunchy puddles.
Silas got in some bonus ice-crunching action after the older kids were dropped off at school.
And even though the puddles were turning less crunchy and more muddy with each passing minute, I decided that a little extra laundry wouldn't be the end of the world.
After all, we do live on a farm.
Mud puddles and dirty little boys are simply par for the course.