Grunge

I had a nice compliment from a neighbor today. A group of the neighborhood kids were playing in her yard. My kids were especially grungy. Lindsay had chocolate and who know what else all over her face. Rusty had red chalk all over his shorts. They were pretty disgusting. She said something to the effect of, "I like when your kids come over to play. It makes me feel like my kids are normal, dirty hands, clothes and faces." I take that as a huge compliment coming from her because her kids are always outside playing. They are happy and well-behaved kids. I like to think that my kids are happy and healthy. They are always playing outside, riding bikes and playing in the dirt. They love it. I love it.