Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Puddles + me = enemies What is it about boys and mud puddles? There's a magnetic attraction that pulls the two together, and apparently it cant be broken. You can try but it won't work. Instead you stand there and watch helplessly and your sons jump into gross dirty water and you cringe. It's not as bad if they are wearing appropriate boots, but even then, I can't help but cringe. They don't step carefully in either. They slosh through splashing as much as possible. Right now at Adriel's school there are giant deep puddles under each swing. The swings happen to be Sloan's favorite. He wants me to push him on them everyday. If Sloan steps in the puddle, the whole bottom part of his boot is swallowed up by water. *cringe* Then there's the fun straddling of the super wide puddle that I have to do in order to get him on the swing. There's slushy snow surrounding the puddle threatening to take me down, and soak me and humiliate me. I hate having wet feet.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:18 AM
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yes, I remember treating puddles the same way as your boys...but the dis-like of wet feet eventually broke me.
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i can echo what amy said. NOTHING worse than squishy sloshy wet feet. but i have always been attracted to puddles. its more fun now... when you can just drive your car through them and see the big splash... but stay TOTALLY dry.
haha! such cringing! I can tell you grew up with mostly sisters. I didn't. Eryn - I once had to stop the stroller, and let you get out to slosh in a puddle.
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