Please note: Sophie only has one boot on. How long has the situation been a one-boot situation? I know not. But a study of the degree of sock-griminess leads me to believe at least 30 minutes have elapsed since boot-removal. One thing I know for sure:
that sock is toast.
Bewildered that she continues to play.
Bewildered that I don't really care.
Some days I get a gift from God: a notion to relinquish control on messiness and just let 'em at it.
It was cold out this morning. But they would not be deterred from their worm search. And mud-cookie making. And other such dirtaphile activities. I was proud of their determination, so I rewarded them with some hot chocolate.
PS. Grace would like you to know she's a muddy buddy too. But just not as muddy.