I want to make mud pies, but Mommy wants me to stay clean. I'll just walk around the edge of the puddles. I can wash my feet and all will be good.
Ring-a-round the rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.
Oops! Sploosh!
Oh no! Mommy will be so mad. I wasn't supposed to get the least bit muddy. Well, Mommy says, 'In for a dime, in for a dollar.' Might as well do it right.
She stood up on the slippery mud, steadied herself, and belly-flopped in the puddle.
Now for those mud pies.
