Some are hard lessons learned

Tonight we all went to feed the 3 little pigs. Now, let me paint the scene. The pigs are in their own barn, complete with Christmas lights. There are slabs of concrete for the pigs and dirt everywhere else. I'm sure you know where this is going. When Gavin waters the pigs he does not cut the hose off, he leaves it running going from pen to pen. This wets the dirt making it mud. Lola & Daphane always turn over their water before we are even out of the barn. Mix the mud with the water from Gavin & the water from the pigs and you have a MUDDY MESS. Well...tonight Liam wanted to go in with Gavin. We tried to explain that it was too muddy and he might fall. Liam was still insisted that we was going in. OK, go in. He took three or four steps and fell in the mud mixture. Oh yeah, there are a few presents in this mix as well I'm sure. If you have children you know the cries they can produce. This cry that Liam let out was of sheer pain and disgust. His pants, hands, and me. He then wanted me to carry him to the house. Was he crazy??? I'm not getting that stuff on me. The good thing is he was wearing mud boots, so at least his feet were clean. The 20 feet to the house, all he could do was cry that he fell in the pig's yard. Ok, he said, Pig poop. I tried to tell it was just mud but the more I said that the more he said Pig poop. I had to take his clothes off outside the back door. I'm not sure how to wash them. I'm not sure I will. There is no picture of this as I was trying to comfort him. I thought that would add insult to injury. Now, I wish I had a picture.