Puddle-jumpers

There was a break in the rain today, so I took the boys outside for what I imagined would be a gentle stroll along the sidewalk.  I did not count on the fact that boys and puddles are drawn to each other with an irresistible, magnetic passion that makes Shakespeare’s most ardent lovers seem positively apathetic.   There was some serious splashing going on.  It was a gloriously good time.

Even with the help of our heating vent, it’ll likely be a week before their shoes are totally dry.  It’s all okay, though.    Some memories are worth the wetness.

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