The girls had gotten very quiet, save for numerous trips to the sink for cups of water, and so I thought, “I’d better check on them.”
Well, of course.
We’re talking mud pies, mud piles and just plain mud to the tenth power.
“This is serious business, Mama,” Cate told me.
Hey, I’m not going to argue.
My husband took one look at them and shook his head without a word. He later remarked that this was all a ploy—A ploy! On my part!—to get him to turn the water in the front hose back on.
(My three little hens are very good at watering, you see. They are not so great at turning the hose off when they have finished.)
I sensed a look of victory on their faces when we permitted their game to continue—a look of victory and great contentment.
What can I say?
All for the greater glory of God,