Yesterday, I sat on my daddy’s front porch and watched my grandson turn a mud puddle into a grand and riveting adventure. It was your average puddle with a depth just right for wading, and enough mud to cake his arms and legs and produce plenty of mudballs. He made the most of it, sharing the red gunk with Tator, family pet and playmate extraordinaire. As Mamaw and unofficial photographer, I took plenty of photos to preserve the memories.