Fun in a mud puddle

Drove home a few evenings ago (dear hubby was in charge of kiddos) and found this happening. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “the damage is done”. Honestly, who am I to complain about a bit of mud when they were getting along?

The boys were pouring the mixture into the sandbox to “pave” roads. From the looks of it, the horses wouldn’t have minded joining in.

“The most memorable days usually end with the dirtiest clothes.”