Mud Girls of Molokai

It's been raining, finally and cold enough to hunt around for socks. Between downpours the sun came out briefly making the pavement steam. I took my friend's kids to the beach, or to be more exact, the mud flats.

 I make mistakes. When kids ask, "Is it okay if I get my clothes dirty? I totally get why parents scream "NOT ON YOUR LIFE". Make no mistake,"Yeah why not?" IS permission to go wild. Especially when you have intentionally gone to a beach known for foot deep warm squishy mud.        I wasn't really paying attention to be honest or I would have known that a little mud fight would rapidly turn into full on wallowing . 

Mamo, the dog of unknown origin with the big personality, loved sprinting in the mud. When he stopped he stuck his tongue out, which is exactly what I did the first time I sank above my ankles
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It felt like walking in a big old bowl of adhesive pudding. Unlike the kids and the dog I didn't feel the urge to lie down in it even though it looked like a spa treatment. I am a little hesitant to show the pictures to the parents. I hope they laugh.