Singing in the rain

It
was brown, muddy and looked very dirty. I was thinking, rather
fervently praying that he does not spot it. But Oh no! too late my two
year old son saw the dirty puddle of water and jumped right in it.

He
was wearing white shoes (How dumb of me why do I need to make him wear
white shoes??? And why did I buy him white shoes in the first place?
Who in their right mind wears white shoes? Why do they make white shoes
at all? )

And the first splash did the damage. Sigh! the shoes were never going to be white again.

The
he started exploring a bit more. Not content splashing with his feet he
started splashing the water with his hands. Two more kids joined him -
much to the horror of their mothers.

I took a deep breath and
started doing my motherly duty “ I asked him to come out, begged him,
pleaded with him, scolded him. Then gave up. I stood in a corner and
decided to behave like an onlooker and boy!! were the 'puddle kids'
attracting attention. They were literally surrounded by other 'well
behaved' kids and their mothers.

Then my son decided it was time
to sit in the muddy puddle (There goes the new green T-shirt and the
smart capris I brought him). Splash, splash, splash and hysterical
laughter.

Suddenly I spotted my husband.

Me: 'Pleazzeee you have to show him some sense and get him out.'

Husband
Looking nonchalant as though this is something we do every day) 'What's
the point now? He is already dirty. Let him enjoy himself.'


Me: 'But what about catching an infection.'?

Husband: 'He will be fine. Anyway what can we do now'?

Me: 'Ok but I refuse to pick him up and take him home.'

Husband: 'Ok I will do it.'

Finally
son was done with splashing, singing, dancing and drinking (yuck
yuck!!!!) the water. So husband casually picked him up - filth and all
and started taking him home. And they were a sight. Son was dripping
water all over my husband's T-shirt and it actually looked like both of
them had been sumo wrestling in the mud.

Then I spotted her - The 'well manicured babe' in the place where I stay.

First she stared at the husband and son and then looked at me and asked, 'Your son?'

I smiled, 'Yeah, my son and my husband somewhere underneath all that mud and filth.'

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