It’s December, but the temperatures climbed above 60 yesterday. So what was Anselm to do? Oh, of course–make a mud hole and ride a bike through it.

I am not sure why the bike of choice was Eldore’s balance bike, but since he was napping and had no say in the matter, that’s what happened. One day Eldore will look back at these pictures and wail, “Where was I?” And I’ll have to tell him he was napping, which is unfortunate as he already considers naptime an affront to his station and sensibilities.

Like a magnet, the mud attracted two other daredevils of the family, and they dove–or rode–right in.

Just now I showed these pictures to Anselm, who grinned and said, “Oh yeah, that was sure fun!”

Clive mused, “I wonder why that section hasn’t grown back yet…”