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!
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Although a little cleaner as an adult, we had a three-year-old who loved dirt so much she would hide behind the garage as she dumped buckets full of grey, powdery dirt over her head and became completely covered, head to toe, clothes and all. She looked like a grey statue come to life with only eye balls uncovered.
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