Seven O’Clock Puddle Jump

Right before bedtime tonight some members of the household had the bright notion of doing a little puddle jumping down at the corner, and of course, the smallest tyke couldn’t be left behind, because, you know, she’s just getting the hang of jumping (her feet sometimes clear the floor by a centimeter now, and she swings her arms and bends her knees with gusto). The others tired out long before The Banana, citing soaking socks and pants wet up above as their excuse, but the real reason for their hasty departure to the indoors might have been the lure of the warm fire and the promise of a smoothy before bedtime.

Nevertheless, The Banana enjoyed a few extra jumps with The Dad. And she was none too happy about taking those shiny red boots off when she did come in.