Clearly, I said NO WAY. First of all, I don't like mud. Especially crawling all through it. No thanks. And two, I am definitely not comfortable on a bike on trails. Yeah, I would probably break something. And I don't have time for that.
So, Tom saw the Mini race - and thought it would be so much fun for him and Murphy to do together. I mean, what 5 year old doesn't like mud?
Murphy, apparently.
I felt so sorry for this pair. Two girls, who just happened to end the race all alone. They were not last. They just finished when no one else finished. Which I think was unfortunate. The entire crowd (and it was a large one) yelled at them (since they were the only ones to focus on) to get dirty. Once they got dirty, the whole crowd cheered. It really was hysterical.
Harlie and Cooper, of course.
The first part of the race (it was very short) was an obstacle course. Then the mud pit...
At first, he looked like he was having fun.
But Tom said he got mud in his mouth, and it all went downhill after that.
A "toughen up" talk. That didn't really work. They gave out Oreo cookies. And bribing him with the cookies finally got him to stop crying.
The hosing area.
After they hosed off (which didn't really work because they didn't have any water pressure) Murphy came over crying. I asked him what was wrong and he cried, "I have mud in my shoes!" I couldn't help but laugh. OF COURSE you have mud in your shoes!!!
When we got home, Tom hosed everything down in our driveway. He let Murphy run around the yard in the sprinklers. Oh yea, we're high class.
Murphy would come to the front door, ring the bell and ask us if he was clean enough. Tom told him no, and sent him back outside with instructions to rub the mud off. Then, Murphy would return, no cleaner. After about 3 times, I was in the kitchen and I could tell Tom was losing his patience. He yelled something about him still being muddy. Murphy was frustrated, too, because he lost interest in running around in the sprinklers alone and wanted to come inside. So, after hearing the exchange between them, I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
The poor kid didn't want to go in the mud, hated being muddy, and was now getting yelled at because he was muddy.
So, where's our Parents of Year Award, anyway?
Good times! I'm sure he'll remember it fondly. Or need therapy. Eh, still worth it.
~Christy
7 comments:
OMG...What can I poosibly say? I wish I could have been there...but then I know I would have been crying too! I hate MUD.
HILARIOUS!!! Tom's expressions are almost as funny as Murphy's - you can see he's having fun, and then, well, not.
Perhaps he should wait for Cooper to get old enough to do this. Somehow, I think Cooper will have NO problem getting muddy...
Oh Kim,
That is SO funny! I think Murphy is just like me, and Cooper is just like Tom. Tom will have his muddy buddy in a few more years. I still can't stop laughing at the whole day. Funny, funny stuff!
Looks like it was a great time, tears and all! I'm laughing because I can totally see us in the same situation with Matthew. Us being so excited and him being so adverse. Oh well! You can always try, right?! Yes, Cooper will be a Muddy Buddy champ. He's already gearing up with face-in-the-sand techniques. Love it!
Tom is such a good Dad! And Christy, you are a great mom even if you were taking pictures of your son crying and finding it amusing ;) (Just kidding, I would have done the same thing!) Thanks for sharing the funny story!
Too darn funny!! Thanks for sharing such a great story. And if Murphy does need therapy, I'm sure the therapist will give a chuckle at this too!!
OMG! I had no idea they even had such a thing in the world! That is the funniest post ever.
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