Saturday afternoon, Shad and I went up to Rexburg for an extended family reunion. It was held at the Stake Center, where exists a little playground for the kids. So Drake joined his 2nd cousins, and other more distant cousins, on the playground.
At one point during the reunion, I heard Drake's distinct cry of displeasure. I ran to the playground only to find my little boy, covered in mud, being escorted by his "Papa" in my direction. My first reaction? Go grab the camera--not ask if he's okay, or comfort him, or even try to help him in any way, but instead I turn and go get the camera. Is that mean? If he was hurt, and not just dirty, I would have reacted differently. But still.
After I took the picture, Shad and his dad took Drake to the men's room to clean him up (fortunately I'd brought an extra pair of clothes). It took them a while, but finally Drake emerged clean and ready to play again (with a little coaxing).
The slide behind Drake is the culprit... there was a big puddle of mud in the grass at the bottom. He stopped at the bottom of the slide, but his foot slipped when he tried to jump over the mud. I only took the one picture, but here he is just after the fall, with his dad and his papa.
Yes, the mud was on his feet, legs, shorts, shirt, hands, arms, face and hat...
...but mostly on his face and hat. I was still getting mud out of his eyes even after he'd been all cleaned up.
At least he'll have a good story to tell, or laugh about, when he's older, right?
2 comments:
I would never have thought to take a picture. I think it's great that you did. He was ok for a few more seconds right? He will definitely have a good story to tell someday!
that is funny! i love that you snapped a picture of it!
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