A week ago Friday was a beautiful day. We sent the little boys outside to ride bikes and to play with the admonition to stay out of the muddy pasture. Kurt & Carlee went to play tennis and as they came home, they heard two little boys yelling: "Help we're stuck" "Dadddy - Help me" "MOMMMMM" There were some tears too. Sure enough two little cousins were stuck in the mud. Carlee ran for the camera and Kurt got some boards to keep his feet somewhat out of the mud. Carter was sitting down, trying not to actually sit in the mud, with his cowboy boots and hands immersed in the mud. Tyler was still standing, very stuck and very wet. Kurt rescued the boys and talked them into running to the house "If you run fast, you won't get stuck again." As soon as the boys got to the house, the tears started again. That turned to laughter as they got to wash out on the porch and then go get into the tub. Sadly Kim and I didn't even hear the boys from inside the house. They had kicked a ball into the pasture, and just went to get it-clear across the pasture.
It reminded us of Thanksgiving about 15 yrs. ago when two little cousins, Jordan and Landon, also got stuck in the mud of our front yard and Kurt rescued them too.
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