Unfiltered Story #47646

Unfiltered | December 15, 2015

(It’s the middle of summer in northern california and we’ve been having a long, dry stretch. My parents have invited my friend over to play and my dad has been watching me run around the deck while we wait for my friend to arrive. He goes to answer the door when they arrive, chatting with the other parent for a moment. When he comes back to the deck with them his mouth falls open in shock. I’ve covered my myself and my white outfit with huge splotches of mud everywhere)

Dad: “Where did you find MUD in the middle of SUMMER?!”