When I chose this image, I was thinking of my son who is now 16 years old. I remember the day I brought him home. It was muggy, cloudy and a blistering 90 degrees Fahrenheit/ 32 degress Celsius. He was wrinkly and a little bit yellow with jaundice from the fevers and infections. However, at that very moment, he was my greatest joy and accomplishment. I thought to myself, "How could something so perfect come from me?" This image reminded me of the times I would give him a bath and he would fuss to no end. I miss those times. They seem so much easier than the angsty teenage years.
But enough of my digressions. We, at The Burrow, want to thank all of our entrants for their submissions for this week's Drabble Dare challenge. As a consensus, we voted on quality, content and relevance. However, there can be only one. Yes, that is from Highlander but I like that line!
The Drabble Dare winner of the week is:
And here is the winning drabble:
He certainly had not wanted to go into the bath when he ran through the door this evening caked in mud from head to toe. He thrashed, crying out in protest, as I stripped his clothes and forced him toward the warm water. The mud that had once been dry and flakey had started to reconstitute in the bath. When the murky water had done its job, it was time to get him out causing him to fight and cry again. He stood shivering as I dried his tears along with his dripping form. Tomorrow we would do this again.
Tune in tomorrow for the new Drabble Dare challenge.