Well. I was at my moms house, and Grady came over so he and Joel could play. It had been raining for three days previous. We warned them not to go into the garden because the dirt was too wet. They run off and play.
Probably twenty minutes later, Grady comes running in the house, covered in mud. We ask him,
"What happened?"
Grady: "I was digging and i lost my boot in the mud but i climbed out."
Me: "Where is Joel?"
Me: "Where is Joel?"
Grady: (loudly responds) "He's stuck in the ditch!"
Well, we all weren't too sure what was going on. we kind of figured it wasn't a big deal. Just two boys playing. I went to get Evie, and Erin, my sister, went to check on Joel. My mom comes in and gets me and she is laughing hysterically. Joel was stuck in the wet garden up to his knees in mud. Erin apparently had to use her fully body weight to pull this kid out of the ground.
She finally got him out and this boy had mud everywhere. I mean, in his boots, in his socks, in his underwear, in is pockets... everywhere.
He was so stuck, we had do dig his boots out of the mud with a rake.
I'm so sad i don't have a picture, but the story is enough for me. :)
Oh, little boys.
