My irrigation buddy and I went to work on Saturday morning. After we pumped water in the stock tanks, I walked up the ditch about a 1/4 mile to close some head-gates and open others. I wasn't gone for more than 10 minutes when I returned to this:
"You'd better do some fast talkin' Son!"
"While you were changing the water, I decided to go catch tadpoles and baby frogs in the pond over there..."
"Son, you are covered from head to toe in red mud. You'd better get in the ditch and try to rinse some of that thick stuff off."
"I don't care about the baby frogs, I just want you to focus on cleaning that mud off!"
That mud ain't comin' off, folks!
He's still explaining how it all happened.
"Son, I'm not concerned so much about how it happened. I just care about how we're going to keep you from getting mud all over the inside of the truck. Start taking off those muddy boots."
"That sounds like a pretty good idea, Mom."
I guess boys will be boys.