When I was growing up, we spent a lot of time at the baseball field. There was this little boy who was always running around the field - his brother was a couple of years older than him and was often on my brother's team.
Well, this boy never met a dirt pile or a mud puddle he didn't like. He was ALWAYS covered in dirt.
I am now the mother of one of these - she is 3 and her name is Emma!