As mentioned in the previous post, it’s been rain, rain, rain. Finally the sun broke and it has been quite warm if that’s not obvious enough from the photo above. The yard was still a bit floody and the girls were beating at the backdoor to go outside and play. My parental kneejerk answer to that request was a flat NO, but then childhood recollections came in of the fun in the puddles storms had left behind. And besides, they were girls, it wasn’t like I was going to need to hose them down before they came in like I had to endure so many times as a child. I figured they would merely get their feet a bit muddy playing chase or something. So I let them out, and went about sifting through some mail. About ten minutes later I went to the window to check on them and found them doing about every messy thing you can do in the mud short of a belly slide (which one of them actually did later). Turns out, I did end up with some boys anyway. But they are a hard mix because if they could have, they would have been out there with tiaras and lacy, frilly dress-up clothes. In fact, one of them refused to wear shorts, demanding she needed to wear a skirt because shorts were “for boys.”