This morning, Harper and I had to stop at CVS before going to baby school. It rained a little overnight, so the parking lot was wet. On the way out of the store, Harper laid eyes on the one and only puddle in the parking lot. Before I could stop her, she got a mischievous look on her face, yelled "Ta-Da!", and jumped in with both feet. Water went everywhere. Her shoes and socks were soaked. As I was buckling her into her car seat, she said "Mommy, my shoes wet." - like she was surprised that jumping in a crater of water would result in wet shoes. This is what I'm dealing with. I see a pair of galoshes in our future.
