Controlled mud fights,
One of the rare times to get
two pages of a woman’s magazine read,
half watching as the oldest,
cupped hands scooping,
then shampooing the younger child’s
hair to color it .
“Not the face! Don’t aim for the face!”
In spite of an involuntary mud-mask
on the copper-headed oldest child,
there are giggles in relief at
not being stuck inside this rainy spring day.