Yesterday I was on the phone with my daughter, who was in her backyard, and I overheard her Littlest, age 3, approach her and ask, "Where did the mud go?"
Apparently the day before his toy had been muddy, but now it wasn't.
“Here it is,” my daughter said. “It dried up. It’s dirt now. Mud is dirt mixed with water.”
“It is?” he asked incredulously. “Mud is dirt?” Littlest has a most appealing way of emphasizing his words when he’s expressing his amazement. Like Shirley Temple, only less precious.
At age three, one finds much to be amazed by.
Like mud, whose secret identity is dirt.