A picture would save words here, but I was too mesmerized to get one.
"Watch this," he said proudly as he ran full speed towards the edge of the yard, laughing and waving his arms. I watched proudly, but not sure where the run was ending or what was happening, but sure the excitement was high on this unseasonably warm afternoon.
"Ahhhhh," he crooned as he landed, slip and slide style in a brown, mud puddle that had already seen many, many landings that afternoon. "It's a mud pit for pigs," he added proudly. "I made it myself," he offered emerging covered in mud after writhing in the soft, gooey pit for just a minute and preparing to do the run all over again. "This is so fun," he smiled, covered with mud.
I smiled, grateful for parents who realize the power of creative backyard play, muddy puddles, and soapy water.