It drives me crazy.
Never fails he splashes first thing in the morning when we are on our way out the door. The muddy water soaking his jeans. Or worse, he is holding my hand and stomps his feet. Now I am wet and muddy and growling.
The patio off our walk out basement is by for the best place for puddle collection when the snow begins to melt.
Sometimes, you just have to give in. Let them put on their rain boots and splash.
Oh my... this kid really needs a hair cut again!
He sure loves stomping.
His attempt at both-feet-off-the-ground-cowa-bunga jumping is my favorite of all to watch.
Well done big guy, well done!
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