I have told my kids since they were little that their job was to get dirty. They have always taken their work seriously, However, my son will often re-confirm that standing order just before he plunges into some muddy quagmire. I suspect he wants to make sure I have his back when we arrive on the deck with another ruined t-shirt stained beyond recognition.
The Glorious Pay for Children's Play
The glorious
pay for children’s play
Is found
behind their ears.
On dusty
brows and dirty cheeks
Streaked clean
with laughter’s tears.
It’s dirt
that’s pay for a youngster’s day
When he
romps through bright sunshine.
Then it’s
off to the tub for a hearty scrub
To wash the
soil away,
And trade
the beads acquired in play
For a ring
round Mom’s white tub.
Then off to
dive in clothes-line-dried,
Sweet smelling,
twin bed sheets.
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