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The Tiny Terror And The Muddy Garden

One day last week, I was asked to look after 2 of my grandchildren unexpectedly at their own home. It had rained the previous night and that morning but had now stopped. The tiny terror was getting restless at having been in the house all morning, though her sister, the watering pot, was perfectly happy to sit in the house all day! I did a quick check of the garden for any doggy doo and then let the tiny terror out.

Lower level

Their garden is on a lower level and is reached by going down a flight of steps. It is quite big and has a jungle gym and a swing for the children to play on. It is an odd shape, with a small portion of the garden not in view from the kitchen window, although it is completely enclosed and the children and the dog cannot get out.

Puddle under the swing

The lower half of their garden was quite wet, I could feel the ground squelching a little under my feet when I did the doggy doo check. There was also a puddle under the swing. The tiny terror gravitated straight to that. Much more fun to splash in muddy puddles, like Peppa Pig, than to swing on the swing. I didn't mind that. A bit of mud won't hurt. It was reasonably warm so I didn't think she would get a chill. There was plenty of work left for me in the kitchen (!) so I got on with that, while checking up on the tiny terror through the window, every minute. (From experience, she needs frequent checks.) She enjoyed herself splashing in the puddle and then setting the swing rotating, while she leaned on it. Then I saw her behind the jungle gym, running up and down. No problem, good exercise.


The next time I looked, I couldn't see her. I debated whether to continue working or go down (she couldn't get out) but experience won out over hope and I went down the steps and out into the garden. She had created a mud slide behind the jungle gym and had been doing rugby tackle slides on her knees in the wet grass, which was now a muddy track. I didn't envy daddy the job of mowing the grass there in a few days time but that was secondary to the immediate task of getting her fit to come back into the house. Her leggings were caked in mud to the knees and the rest of her was muddy too. The children had a sand tray at the bottom of the steps. The top cover had been left off and it was full of water, so I stood her in that to remove some of the mud. She enjoyed that! The rest of her clothes came off in the kitchen and I washed her down in the big kitchen sink and got her dressed. The clothes had to be washed BEFORE they could go in the washing machine, they were so muddy and I am not sure all the stains came out.


Big sister, the watering pot, and the dog had been sitting perfectly content watching the computer screen play cartoons.

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VinceSummers wrote on October 2, 2017, 5:37 PM

Why is it oldsters have to watch the youngsters? The law should be changed so youngsters have to look after us oldsters.

MegL wrote on October 3, 2017, 2:16 AM

LOL, our time will come!

VinceSummers wrote on October 3, 2017, 7:31 AM

But I want them to look after ME, not my tombstone! (LOL)

MegL wrote on October 3, 2017, 10:37 AM

LOL, reminds me of the story of the cow and the pig. The pig said to the cow, "Why do people like you and not like me?" The cow replied, "Well look at all the things I give people, milk, butter, cheese, yogurt, etc." The pig said, "I provide things too, they use my bristles for brushes, they make bacon and sausages from me." "True," said the cow, "But I provide things while I am still alive!"

HappyLady wrote on October 23, 2017, 4:09 PM

Aw, the joys of being a child and enjoying playing in the mud!

Secre wrote on December 5, 2017, 7:57 AM

Children and mud... it's like it has a siren call to them. We normally have the sprog and the dog coated both!