Puddle Jumping

When I was an obnoxious teenage OH so many years ago, we'd go puddle jumping and mud-sliding when it rained like this.

And when I got old and moved away to the big city where there weren't puddles and mud sliding places because of all the sidewalks and roads, Jamie and I just took off our shoes, rolled up our pants and walked 8 or 9 blocks to a friends' place to see if they'd like to come out and play. We waited outside until the rain stopped and the sun came out and we were dry enough to go back in.

I love the rain. Love it.

So when Josh & Tommy came home from a mud-ride....

....needing a few minutes spray off....

I had no choice but to teach Tommy about gutter-walking.

.....which he found positively delightful.

While it wasn't necessarily in my plans for the day, I'm glad I taught Tommy what you're supposed to do in the rain. Because I'm afraid all he's learned about rain this far in his life is that it is inexplicably linked to tv marathon days. Poor boy....

Fortunately he also learned about the beauty of warming up with a long hot shower afterward.