I never was one of those boys who were magnetically drawn to mud puddles. That's not to say that I didn't make my share of messes. My Mom only brought out the Play-Doh on special occasions because she knew her post game activity would be picking dried Play-Doh crumbs out of the carpet. These days, I enjoy when things are neat and orderly. But I've been gaining a new appreciation for messes. (I am sure that this in no way has anything to do with me having a 20-month-old.) …
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