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I look at my child. Toddler Flails-a-lot had started the day in a swim diaper, possibly shorts, and a hideous bedazzled yellow top. She was using her top to whack the inflatable palm tree. She was mostly naked and looked like she had rolled in dirt and twigs at some point. Mother Magoo had gone full tropical with a muumu and looked fabulous so she was kinda balancing me out, but I did not want my outfit recorded for posterity. I abandoned my daughter to her nudity and immediately donned slightly more photogenic clothes.
I assumed the adults would look all relaxed and the children would wet and dirty and much fun would be had by all. While the fun was totally had, only one child was dirty. Mine. And she wasn't dirty, she was filthy. Her little friend wouldn't go into the kiddy pool or inflatable structure for love or money. He was bone dry. Toddler Flails-a-lot, meanwhile, sat in a puddle and methodically covered herself in mud with great seriousness and intention before deigning to frolic around the yard with him.
Watching them play was like watching a prince play with a feral child. She looked like a woodland creature who had come out the forest and found a play mate. Of course, they both looked amazingly adorable.
All I could think about was how people see her in a dress and say, "Oh, she must be such a girly girl!" as if she cared in the slightest about her clothing. The last time it happened Mother Magoo smiled sweetly and said, "If you mean a girl who likes roll around in the dirt, then yes, she is quite girly."
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