I am sorry that I don't have a picture for this blog, but it was a typical mummy moment.
Imagine the scene, a very cold and over cast morning at the backend of October. One of those days when you really know that winter is well and truly on its way to bite you on the bum ( or at least leave you with cold feet).
Our setting is a very muddy and wet woodland, with my friend and 7 kids between us. Very sensibly all children were attired appropriately in coats and wellies, and we were ready to head off on the play trail for some slightly chilly fun ( while myself and my friend gossiped the morning away).
However her two year old lad had very different ideas. He started out in a sane peppa pig fashion jumping in a few muddy puddles, how very normal for this age group.
He then decided to get his hands into the muck, again gross but fair enough, I am sure as kids we all would have loved to have felt that goopy yuk in our hands.
Anyway we separated the kids from the puddle and headed up to the little play park. As we arrived my friends little boy made a beeline for the pond, did he stop - NO, did he falter - NO, did he slow - NO. Instead he ran straight into the pond right up to his middle, caught his foot and went flying into a very stylish dive.
Now only a mum will know the joys of stripping wet and muddy clothes off of the body of a shaking and blue toddler who is not impressed at the fun being stopped.
Needless to say my friends time with us was cut short as she had to borrow one of Elliot's blankets to wrap the shaking lad in, and hurry back to the warmth of her car as quickly as possible.
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