You took advantage of the sunny weather and woke up early and spent almost half the day doing laundry. As you were hanging the laundry on the clothesline in the garden, you saw Yeongsu running into the garden with his clothes covered in mud. You sighed and hung up the last load of laundry and stopped your son by the arm as he ran.

"Yeongsu! I told you not to get your clothes dirty!"

You gather the hem of your dress and crouch down to him, wiping the mud off his face.

"Look at you, you look like a street kid."

Yeongsu, who frowns childishly, shrugs.

"The kids on the street are good kids, mom."

You frown at him.

"Didn't I tell you not to play with them?"