Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 began like any other day with me rushing to get the boys ready for school and dropping them off with just a little time to spare. It was raining this particular morning to which my children were especially gleeful about.
Some moms makes a hot bowl of soup when it rains...I do that and I get out the umbrella and play in the rain with the kids. Seriously. I see no point in staying indoors in the pouring rain if it is not too cool outside. I don't play in it every chance I can, but every once in a while splashing water is fun indeed. Think of it like a ginormous water-park with free admission and no crowds.
So, when it came time to pick up my oldest two from school (and I always have more time in the afternoons to get to the school) I had the choice of either A.) driving my oldest and dog to the two blocks to school or B.) getting out the raincoat and umbrella and walking my oldest and dog to the school. I opted for playing in the rain.
Off we went!
By the time we got to our street corner the skies had decided to open up its damn and drop glorious buckets of fresh water upon us. Lily the Dog was looking quite like a homeless rat and my four-and-a-half-year-old became entranced by the water puddles stomping in them with laughter. At this point each of us were wet to one degree or another, Lily taking the brunt of the wet.
Then we made it to the school where my child and I stood under an eave until the rain subsided. When it did, you can rest assured knowing my son decided to lay himself in a water puddle like little boys do. What's the harm, right?
Apparently, every so often, Mother Hubbard notices your child laying in a water puddle to which he exclaims:
"Who's child is this?!"
Me: "He's mine."
Not two minutes later:
"I can't believe you're letting your child lay in a water puddle. Don't you know that is just wrong? What is wrong with you!?"
Me: "Well, you could just call the police. I dare you."
Can you imagine the newspaper headlines?
Mother Arrested for Allowing Her Child to Play in Rain Puddle.
Thank Goodness Mother Hubbard didn't see my kid the other day without his shoes. I would have had to slap that overprotective parent with one of those sandals I was holding.