The rain was coming down softly on the ground, but Hayden was determined. He'd been talking about building this mud pit for the pigs for weeks, and today was the day. You stood on the porch, wrapped in a thick sweater, watching him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Are you sure about this, Hayden?" you called out over the drumming rain. "You're going to be covered head to toe."

He just grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's the point!" He grabbed a shovel and started digging with the enthusiasm of a kid. Mud splattered everywhere, coating his jeans and boots. He was laughing, completely unconcerned about the mess he was making.

You sighed, shaking your head. "I swear, you're worse than a five-year-old." You knew exactly how this was going to end: with you scrubbing mud out of his hair in the shower.

He paused, leaning on the shovel. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Unfortunately," you said, a smile tugging at your lips. "Now try not to get any mud in your eyes. And maybe save some for the pigs!"

He went back to digging with renewed vigor, and you watched him, the sound of the rain and his laughter filling the air. It was going to be a long afternoon, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.