We are in Bellingen.
We have a dinner date with the Kornhausers.
We are running really really late.
Dad and Jack are in the car.
Rik and Benj are not coming when we call.
Stress levels are escalating.
Sam goes to search for them.
Never, ever, in our wildest dirtiest dreams, did we expect to find what we now fondly call The Muddy Monkeys.
Is it even worth mentioning that they'd been told to keep themselves clean.
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| Mud covers every square inch yet hair remains remarkably clean. Small blessings. |
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| Queue-ing for the shower. |
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| Checking out some music with Kathy, Sam and Jo-Jo Kornhauser after dinner. No muddy monkeys in sight. |
