This has always been our motto with The Boy.
From a young age we've encouraged him to explore the natural world and allowed him to get as mucky as he wants to outside. Clothes after all are to keep us warm and protect our bodies, if they get dirty then they go in the washing machine. If The Boy gets dirty then he goes in the bath.
As far as I am concerned, there really is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing. And there really is no excuse for preventing children to have fun in the natural environment. Least of all getting clothes dirty.
Which is why when the sun broke through the clouds last Sunday we met up with my brother and his family at the local nature reserve. Apart from a three minute downpour when we were feeding the swans, the sunlight was revitalising and much needed.
Especially for showing the way when climbing trees.
But then of course all that rain that we've had makes for some glorious squelchy fun. Mud, glorious mud.
So after some jumping up and down in muddy puddles, sliding down muddy banks and trying to catch squirrels, we had a small accident.
This is why we have a washing machine.