mud mud mud. cc seems to love it. squatting in it. searching for worms in it. making small towers from it. today he sought out the murkiest puddle on the commons then spent ages searching for stuff in it. to cc it was the size of a miniature pond.
here he was tugging weeds whilst slowly soaking himself in the muddy waters.
two hours and one mud-caked little mister later we were home taking a shower together. his first ever shower. he stomped about inside, sliding the steamy doors to and fro and tapping his toes in the oatmeal suds.