One evening last week I looked out the window to check on the girls-what did I see? A mud fight already in full swing. After I ran and locked all the doors, I went back to the window to see who was going to win.
Chatter and Chitter have always liked to gom (make a mess). If its dirty, slimy, dusty, wet, or slightly disgusting they are up for it.
I use to think as they grew older-they would grow out of the urge, desire, and down right need to make a mess. The dream never happened.
Over the years, my perspective on the gomming has changed. I still don’t like to clean up the aftermath, but I have learned to treasure the absolute delight that occurs along with the mess.
My new outlook has been aided by the knowledge that they are now old enough to use a water hose.