Boys will be (filthy!) boys

When you're in the supermarket and you see those kids with grotty faces, and weetbix stuck in their hair, and perhaps don't have shoes on, they're probably mine. My children are permanently filthy. And that's not without a lack of trying on my behalf to keep them clean. I spend my day wiping and brushing and scrubbing, but usually it's to no avail. My kids attract dirt like no others.

So it was no surprise that in a massive clean and dry park, Miles and Ryan found the only muddy puddle.

I had two choices. Yell, threaten, yank, and jump up and down in a polite manner with other mothers watching to get them out of the mud. Or see the situation for what it really was: kids being kids.



Luckily I had my friends Sarah and Lara with me to help me deal with the situation. When I say 'deal' I mean find the funny side to it all, and keep my mind off the washing that would be awaiting me.





Miles hated it. Absolutely hated it.



Ryan showing his future profession. Classy Ryan, so classy.



And it was all down hill from there.



* Meaghan

Note: next time you see those grubby children running amok in the frozen section of the supermarket, give her a smiles instead of tut tutting. Because it's probably me.