So my little guy is going through a new stage, a clean stage. He goes and runs in the mud and literally rolls in the dirt and rocks, and picks up bugs like most little boys. Then he comes to me exclaiming, "mama" and holds out his hands for me, looking up expectantly. I always laugh because I know what he wants. He wants me to clean his hands and arms and whatever else he got all dirty.
We're still in the car driving to Vegas, and he got messy doing something. He made me wash his hands and feet with a wipe, and then I just gave him the wipe because he still didn't seem satisfied. You can see in these pics that that made him really happy. Silly kid.