I remember when Lorah was about two and a half. We lived on a farm near a town called Viborg, South Dakota. My wife Janice and I had a business in town, and we also raised various kinds of animals, crops of soy beans, and corn on our farm. While Janice was at work in town, I was babysitting for Lorah on the farm. Since I had chores to do, Lorah had to go outside with me. It was springtime, and the weather was chilly with mud everywhere. I dressed Lorah in her new blue snowsuit and her rubber boots. Let's just say she was gorgeous, but she also was very stubborn. When Lorah and I went outside, I told her to stay close by the house, but she just had to follow me everywhere. When I reached the barn I watched her come to a huge mud puddle. Instead of avoiding it she went right through it and tripped head first into it. All that she did was just laugh and then walked over to meet me at the barn. I told her I had to feed the pigs and to stay there. After I was over the fence, she moved backwards. Not looking where she was going, she backed into the drainage ditch where rain, mud, and pig poop drained. Lorah was screaming and yelling so hard that I don't think I have ever ran so fast in my life. I jumped over the fence to the drainage ditch and took her out by the shoulders. Her little red boots stayed in the ditch though. I took her into the house and placed her in the bathtub to clean her up. She was really a mess from head to toe with mud and pig poop all over her. She never did that again, though, because when I went outside to do chores I had a neighbor come to watch her. After that I was very careful to watch her whenever I had to go outdoors with her.