Some days just require a bit of splashing in puddles. That was what E thought yesterday evening before the Husband got home. This kid hardly ever requests to go outside, so when he does, I listen.
After a few screams of, 'Wellies! Wellies!' we got outside and let him jump in some puddles. This was also a good excuse to take things to the post. There are some simple things like jumping in puddles with wellies on that you just don't appreciate again until you have kids of your own. My resolve? To try and enjoy every wet afternoon that comes: the years where just splashing around constitute good entertainment will be all too short.