The sun peeked from the clouds for a couple of hours yesterday so I had everyone drop what they were doing to head outside for some much needed fresh air and vitamin D. Baby Wingnut was ecstatic and tore out the door to explore our wet world.
The puddle around the lamp post proved too impossible to ignore. I admonished Baby Wingnut to stay out of the mud (witness exhibit A) and he obeyed, for the most part.
The puddle seemed to be calling his name and taunting him.
"Maybe I could just drop a few things in this puddle."
"Let me just crouch down here and get a closer look."
He never did end up "in" the puddle, but he entertained himself for quite awhile floating flowers in the water.
I know. I should just invest in some galoshes for the boy and let him at it. It really is too irresistible.