Dear Ryan,

In my defense, when I came upon the scene, I did not scream. Even if we used to have a little grass under that mud. The clean-up process (HOW?) did immediately enter my mind. Yet I did not scream. I had visions of Asher eating worm poop. I did not scream. Remember how I swung my arms at my sides and used my, "I'm really trying to be cool about this" voice? Aren't I grown up?

(replay of my thought process):
"Boys like mud," I said to myself. "They're having fun. Go nuts. I will try not to be my usual neurotic self about this and go get the camera. That is what I will do. I will be fun mom."

I did not think, "what was he THINKING?!?" I stopped my brain from doing that.

I'm making progress. I must really love you.

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MidnightCafe said...

Oooooooo...mud!! Looks like fun! Congrats on not losing your mind. The pictures are fantastic!

Kimberly said...

What a lucky, lucky man.

And good for you. The camera has saved me from more potential freakouts than I care to number.

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