Mom found this in our sidewalk project this morning. She IMMEDIATELY came to look for me. I was chillin in the garage when she decided to blame me for stepping in the mud. At first, I played very cool like I had no idea what she and Dad were talking about.
Then I decided to at least smile for the camera. Mom always says my big, brown eyes can get me out of any potential trouble.
I surrender! The jig is up! Guilty as charged. Mom was right. I love mud and the way it feels when it squishes though my toes.
Don't worry, I didn't get in any major trouble. Just a dip in my baby pool. I look at it as a way for Mom to have something to blog about!