Spring is coming

I just had to drag my kid, kicking and screaming out of his first puddle. After 20 minutes of splashing, stomping and throwing rocks in this puddle, he was soaked and filthy (and no doubt cold - although I'm sure that didn't register as a terribly big deal to him). I told him a couple of times that it was time to go, but I realized pretty quickly that the only way I was going to get him away from that puddle was in my arms. So I picked him up and carried him away, with snot and drool and tears dripping from every facial orifice (his not mine). I couldn't help but laugh the whole time while he lost his damned mind. I hope I didn't give him a complex, but it was funny as hell.

I can't wait until I can pick him up a pair of proper rain boots and I can let him go at it until he's had his fill. Watching him discover all the fun of that puddle was probably just as enjoyable for me as it was for him. Well, almost. :)