Puddles

A few days ago Rick and I went to the Cape to visit with friends from Pennsylvania - (John and Fran). We left Wednesday evening after Rick slept awhile after working a 24 hr shift. It rained furiously the whole way. We stayed in an Econolodge because they allowed dogs and we had a free night. What a dump!! They had a hot tub but it was closed. Smelled musty - very yucky all around. We were supposed to meet John and Fran about 11:30 AM the next day, so we decided to walk the dogs along the beach in the morning. It was very windy but not too cold. I like the beach when it is deserted. The dogs had fun frolicking in the waves (but not too far in) Emma didn't like the salt water ( got some in her mouth right away) and Zoe is a chicken to begin with. But they got wet and rolled in the sand and had a lovely time. I had flip flops on (took them for the hot tub) so when it was time to leave, my feet were all sandy and there in the parking lot were - PUDDLES. So convenient for washing my feet off in clean, fresh  water. It made me think that it's been quite a while since I have waded in a puddle and it reminded me of what fun puddles can be! I used to read the kids the book "Henry and Mudge in Puddle Trouble" I played in puddles all of the time as a kid. I can't remember if my kids did or not.
Well, a pool isn't a puddle, but this reminds me of when Rick was opening the pool one spring and told the kids (plus Ashley) that they could "put their feet in" So, of course they wound up all of the way in with all of their clothes on. ( occuring one small step at a time - can we roll our pants up?)  We didn't have a pool when I was a kid, but I do remember that you can get completely soaked in a small puddle, too. Actually, I do remember that Kim, in Oklahoma, after the one or two rains we had in three years did have fun in a puddle.