Here's mud in your eye.

Here's a two-part quiz.

First, what on earth could I have done to warrant my marvelous mother-in-law sending us not only yesterday's impossibly large box of Chicago pizza love, but also a package of the Second City's most unbelievable cookies? Answer: I have absolutely no idea, but I am oh, so very happy. Love. That. Woman.

Second, what happens when your big brother, without any warning or provocation, decides to turn your sandbox into a moat? Answer: you respond with a mudfight so fierce and so filthy that the instigator is almost instantly driven away. To the victors go the spoils! Which, in this case, is an early bathtime.