I took the girls to the lake this morning. There were goslings galore and the kids kept pointing at the cute little fuzzy things and shrieking "baby!" What they wanted most was to catch one and give it a big hug but the hissing parents weren't permitting it.
At one point, I thought Gwen was chasing after a big fat goose but what she really had her eye on was a big fat mud puddle instead. She jumped in with both feet and the water came up to her thighs! It was a horrible mess and we had to come straight home.
I swear I heard that big fat goose laugh at us as Her Royal Messy Highness was led back to the van to be stripped and toweled off.
But it's all in a day's good fun! Where there's kids, there's dirt!