I have finally discovered the difference between boys and girls*! It's not what you think, are you ready? The difference is....mud! "Mud?" you ask? yes Mud. I see a muddy lot with a big puddle and think "Yuck! Where is my hand sanitizer." My husband on the other hand thinks "YES! Buckle up, throw 'er in 4 low and (now you'll have to imagine this part) grunt like Tim the Tool man!"
Similarily the little 5 year old girl sees a muddy church parking lot and says, "Daddy, carry me! I don't want to get my dress dirty". All the while her Momma is trying desperately to convince her big brother, "No, mud is not the new soap!"
Where did I learn this valuable bit of information? Well, I've always had this inkling in the back of my mind that this was the case but yesterday it was confirmed. Corey came home from a visit to Postill Lake with his big Chevy covered in mud and a smile that lit up our house. You see, this weeked up at Postill Lake is a very big mud bog. It's a huge event with huge trucks, loud noises and lots of mud. Search it on Google and you will find countless videos of this "fun". I'm not against the 4x4ing and playing in the mud. I am however against the idea of getting OUT of the safe, dry, clean truck into it. I am so very thankful that this is what makes my husband happy. Of all of the "manly" things he could do this is one of the best ones. It keeps him happy, it's not expensive, he spends much needed time with his bro Scott and he's out in God's beauty.
When given the choice of going or staying I would readily chose staying. Not because I don't want to spend time with him but because I'm not really a fan of the getting dirty. I was the weird kid who'd rather spit on her hands to clean them than have dirt under her nails when out playing. This trip I said no because it's not the place to take a baby, and another time I'd go but I'd never go alone.
So there you have it, boys like mud and girls like....shopping to name a few of our many likes. There are pictures to follow but we are eagerly awaiting their arrival. Scott is the family's great photographer so we'll have to bum a few from him.
*The above tails are only generalizations. I am fully aware of those females that love mud just like our boys...I'm just not one of them*
Oh! and please don't feel concerned I do know the real difference between boys and girls. I'm not in need of any anatomy lessens. Thanks.