FROM THE "WHY BOTHER?" DEPARTMENT

Playing outside with the kids this afternoon, I dutifully told them NOT to play in the mud since they didn't have their mud-boots on. I'm pretty sure that no child on the face of this planet has ever obeyed that instruction.

IT'S LIKE BAKLAVA, ONLY WITH MUD

No pics, but if the kids' Sunday morning play session needed a narrator, it would've been this guy:


If the name eludes you for the moment, maybe the voiceover guy on this video will help:

In other words, the kids are fourth-quarter-at-Soldier-Field filthy. One layer of mud, one layer of driveway chalk, another layer of yard mud, one layer of last week's Halloween candy, one layer of puddle schmutz, a third layer of mud, topped off with a dash of stinkfoot.

Perhaps the village firehouse has enough water pressure to get them presentable for lunch.