Really, I did.
It was the funniest thing. Hubba Hubba told me that Wiggle Man was filthy from playing outside with him whilst I prepared our evening meal.
I just didn't imagine he was quite that faulty.
I went to call him in (he was out with Pop Pop, not just roaming free) and started laughing as soon as I saw that little boy. His face was splattered with mud. His hands and arms were muddy, too. Once I got close enough, I realized that his pants, from the knees down, were mud. (It was hard to tell from far away--he was in baby camos.)
I ran inside to get the camera. Wiggle Man decided to follow me inside, tracking mud everywhere. (Must clean that up later.) I grab the camera, try to zoom in on his speckled face, only to realize there is no card in the camera.
I hate that.
By this point, Wiggle Man is furious. (Don't ask me why, it's not like he had a filthy floor to clean up.) I gave up on the photo shoot, and concentrated on stripping him down. It took several wipes to get him clean enough, at least until I can get him in a bath before bed.
Thank heaven for little boys. And wipes, lots of wipes.
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