go get dirty

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~ Margaret Atwood

I love this quote. If my son isn't absolutely filthy by the end of a beautiful day like we just had, then I almost feel I have failed him in some way.

If he is spotlessly clean, I likely haven't allowed him to explore outdoors. Or, I may have asked him not to splash in the puddles with those pants on.

If his face doesn't produce a sticky grin, he might have missed out on a drippy popcicle or a juicy slice of watermelon. Or worse, I have probably been guilty of doing that gross spit-clean thing that we moms are notorious for dishing out in a pinch.

Tonight, as he splashes in the tub, the day's sediment sinks to the bottom. Each speck is proof of our wondrously grimy spring day.



2 comments


Sylvia said...

I love his bike! We don't see enough tricycles anymore. You can see how much fun he's having. Way to go Jackson, ride on and find some really big puddles. : )

Mac an Rothaich said...

So true! Love that quote as well.

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