Thursday, June 10, 2010

Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

Gerro came running up to me when he got back from school today.
He'd played in his first proper inter-school rugby match and couldn't wait to tell me ... and show me.
He was covered in red African mud.
And very excited about it.
I asked him what the score was.
He didn't know.
So I asked him who'd won.
But he didn't know that either.
He was just happy to be dirty!

1 comment:

  1. I'd say ultimate happiness and contentment at it's very best, ha ha!