Good. Me too. We were all kinds of ready for a change in the routine, and I thought a walk around the neighborhood might break the tedium of our afternoon.
"Shoes on, everybody!"
Moments later, two boys returned downstairs, wearing snowboots.
Nope. Try again.
Tuck returned with his Lightning McQueen Crocs, a much more reasonable choice. Tyler, on the other hand, was whole-heartedly committed to the giraffe galoshes.
Whatever. Let's go.
I took a picture of him parading ahead of me down the sidewalk, with the mental note: I'll write about choosing my battles and letting him wear those silly little boots. And does he ever look silly. Adorable, but silly.
But just then, we rounded the corner and happened on to the most glorious puddle. It was begging for splashers. I promise you.
And who was most prepared for such an adventure? Tyler. With his giraffe galoshes.
Thankfully Tuck had chosen a less conspicuous waterproof footwear, so he didn't miss a drop.
I take it all back, kiddo.