Saying Yes to Muddy Underpants
June 3rd, 2013
We took the kids on the first hike of the season on Memorial Day. It was a rousing success.
We didn’t cover much ground because we came across a stream and that was pretty much the end of our forward progress. The kids were enchanted by the water and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of their lives frolicking in it.
We compromised by letting them play for about a half an hour. Forever is a long time, after all.
While we played, we encountered a couple other families with kids. It was interesting to watch them as one dad in particular was deeply opposed to water play. “Get out of there! You’ll get wet! You’ll get dirty!”
I could have taken the same approach, I suppose. After all, the kids did get soaked. And dirty. We had to take off Buggie’s pants because they were so water logged they were tripping him. Which meant Miss Mouse wanted to shed hers, too. We had a clean pull-up for Buggie in the car but had neglected to bring dry clothes for anyone, so Miss Mouse ended up riding home clad only in a burp rag, strategically wrapped around her nether regions to avoid chafing in the car seat.
But so what? What’s an extra load of laundry and a couple muddy footprints in the car compared to a joy-filled experience outdoors?