Puddle Jumping!

Well, not so much 'jumping' as 'plodding', really. My ommitting to put their splash pants on them resulted in me having to do an emergency load of laundry once we got home, but it was worth it! The day was mild. I figured they could stand being wet for a bit. Upon giving it due consideration, they agreed.

Only the three bigger children, however. I figured Fenna would inevitably end up sitting in one of those puddles, and a head-to-toe sopping child was, I thought, a little over the line... She had much entertainment watching them!

Upon arrival at the playground, a careful emptying of the boots was required. Yes, they were full of water. It didn't seem to slow them down any.  (Er, sorry about the socks...)