You can read my pro-dirt policy here.
Which I think just stems from the fact that I love washing clothes. Literally. You look at it, I’ll wash it. If I get desperate I’ll sneak in your closet and take things. I will take the shirt off your back. I’ll say, “Honey, let me have your clothes, don’t you need to go take a shower or something?” I. Just. Need. One. More. Load.
If it weren’t for my across the board lack of conservatism I’m pretty sure I would freak out every time the children got dirty. As is I just sigh and have the brothers chase them around the yard with the hose. 🙂