My daughters are a little weird. They are girly and sweet one minute, and the next minute they’re naked and muddy. While washing the car this weekend, two of my sweet, pink-loving, tutu-wearing, sparkle shoe-coveting daughters decided they would strip down and give themselves a mud bath.
OK. We live in the country. No one can see us.
But is it really necessary to run around NAKED and covered in MUD?

Apparently it is. Once in awhile. When it’s the first warm weekend day in months. And you just can’t help yourself.
We plan to blackmail them someday with these pictures. Or at least scare away potential predators…er, boyfriends.






