Otherwise I'll Forget

Jonah and I took advantage of some nice early-afternoon weather (it's been pretty wet here all week) to take a little hike through the yard. On the way back to the house, after we checked on the ant hill, got the mail, threw rocks in a couple of puddles and picked up--then discarded--some sticks that were too dirty, Jonah told me "I science mud. I'm a scientist about mud."

One of those times when it is clear to me that we are doing something right.

I science mud.

Perfect.