That's how things are over here. All the time. It doesn't matter how many times we wipe and wash Max's hands, there is always, without fail, going to be dirt under his fingernails. I have kind of learned to accept it as the normal thing. If nothing else, it just shows how much fun he is having on any given day.
A few days ago, Nick needed to change the oil in his truck, so we all went along to his uncle's shop, and Max wanted to help. I'm just so glad that I brought my camera along, because the photos that resulted from that simple little outing are ones that I will cherish forever.
Dirt on their hands. Dirt on the floor. Dirt on their clothes. Smiles on their faces. Full hearts.