My son came into the house while I was teaching violin lessons, completely covered from head to toe in mud. I could barely even see his face.
"Buddy," I said. "You seriously need to go take a bath!"
He grinned and made his way to the bathtub.
A little while later he came back down.
"Are you clean?" I asked.
"Yep," he said.
"Let me look at you," I said. I had a feeling that I'd find some mud still caked on. Sure enough, I was right. There was some plastered on the side of his head.
"Back to the bathtub!' I said.
"Aww, Mama," he said. "Do I have to? Mud makes me happy!"