After 15 minutes Aaron had stomped every puddle outside, including the extremely muddy ones, at least five times. He fell into a few, the muddy ones, just for good measure. Then sheets of rain began, and we moved him from mud puddles to the bathtub where the remnants of play could be washed off while the splashing continued. Free fun and he was elated. The simple things that bring joy to a two year-old boy.
My goal was to keep him inside and not face the elements but I lost that battle. Maybe it was not so much a loss but a drenched win I didn't know I wanted.