The stage of Mud Pies has begun in my house, and I am slightly crying inside. Not for the reason of them growing, learning and reliving one of my favorite childhood past times. But because the Mom in me sees that they are a muddy mess and completely dreading the cleanup. They are also doing it way different than when I was little. When I was little, if we ran into the house for water - no way, running in and out of the house just wasn't a thing "In or Out!" I would hear over and over. We had to wait for those rainy days to fill up any and all containers we could find in the yard. We had to hunt for water to make our mud pies. My 4-year-old has learned when the rainwater wasn't enough - grab the watering can and take it inside for more water. Smart... But I cringe every time he runs his muddy self through the kitchen to the bathroom! Am I going to get after him and tell him to stay outside and that he is making a mess? Nope. Here is the thing - we are in one of tho...