Yesterday I spent about 20 minutes out in the rain, watching Luke play in a puddle. I had to be right there, since the puddle is actually in the street at the end of our driveway, and Luke occasionally needed to be dragged in from the street when a car drove by. He had a wonderful time, walking in the water, splashing, getting entirely wet. It was a little cold for me to get into the water, though. It's a good thing he has a back up pair of shoes. My favorite part was when he found two sticks and proceeded to throw them into the puddle, then laugh uproariously. He thought he was pretty good! Two 8 year olds walked by, and as they walked past they looked curiously at Luke. You could almost hear them thinking, "I was never as babyish as that. I'm way too cool." I can tell you who was having a better time in the rain, though. When we got inside, I heard Eleanor and Amanda running around shouting "Mom! Mom!" I may have even seen a tear or two. Due to...
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