a little while later, they came knocking at the back door (naked as can be) and ready for a shower. "the monster" was just giddy and as he washed up he exclaimed how i should have come in the mud.
'YOU WOULD HAVE LOOOOOOVED IT'
well, no, actually i probably wouldn't have. but i would have loved the shocked looks on my boys' faces as i threw big handfuls of filth at them. and i would have loved the memory of it... and their recollection of the memory as the years go on.
so. next time. next time, i will play in the mud. or jump in the freezing cold pool. or splash in the puddle with my heels on. or let them bury me in the sand (even though i'm terrified of what's in there with me). next time i will remember what it's like to be a kid again and how fun it is to be silly and messy and rotten.
i mean, geez, when did i get so old?