Grubby Love
Tonight the boys played outside until late. The sun was down and it was getting chilly before I called them in.
I watched them out there, doing tricks on their scooters, bouncing basketballs, talking and laughing and hanging out with the neighborhood kids, and I knew they needed to come in and take showers. Disgusting, filthy creatures, every last one of 'em.
But instead of cutting their evening short and dragging them in out of the cold fun, Clay and I let them run. And they ran and leapt and hooted and crashed.
When they finally were dragged inside and shooed downstairs for toothbrushing, I couldn't help but grin at the badges they wore in honor of our wise choice.
Tre (who had been doing tricks on the scooter) said, "It was awesome. I would go as fast as I could, and jump, and then TIME STOOD STILL and then I crashed and it hurt. So cool."
Knees should not be this battered and dirty.
Nor should toes.
But three disgusting, filthy boys went to bed very happy tonight, and there's something right about that.
Happy Love Thursday!
Ah, I remember the joys of nasty sweaty boy feet! My grandson, who is 4, has taken up the mantle now that my youngest boy is 17 and showers pretty regularly (girls ya know) and doesn't get too grubby except when mowing the lawn. Thanks for the sweet memories!
Posted by: Gail Clark | April 30, 2008 at 09:26 PM
You did the right thing...let 'em be kids!
Posted by: Mrs. Schmitty | May 01, 2008 at 05:24 AM
Wow -- those are some filthy toes!
Happy Love Thursday.
Posted by: Aimee | May 01, 2008 at 08:24 AM
Something right indeed!:) You can always make a dirty boy clean, but you can't always make a clean (or dirty, for that matter) boy happy.
Posted by: Pam | May 03, 2008 at 06:20 PM