Well then. It happened again. The call of the mud. It cannot go unanswered.
This time T acted as though he was at a spa. He carefully, deliberately painted it on every visible limb, and even gave his face a mud mask. Of course I didn't have the camera at that moment.
F stuck with the nearby wading pool. While she does enjoy a good dig in the mud the call of wet water is stronger for her. She was a bit jealous when T got a midday bath.