It rained yesterday.
Clearly, this meant yesterday was an Occasion.
(It's Arizona. It doesn't rain much here.)
(Plus, I was doing laundry anyway.)
So I pulled out our boots, hats and coats, and we went
Too soon the puddles ran dry, so it was necessary to bring out the hose and refill them. And display an exhibition on Being Two.
And then we jumped. and jumped. and jumped some more.
It was a wonderful, perfect, puddle-jumping kind of day.
So why don't my kids remember days like this, and instead have to remind me constantly of the time (three years ago) when I screamed at them for jabbing my wood table with forks?!