Friday, July 8, 2011
Whose afraid of puddles?
My wee girl spied an irresistible looking muddy puddle on the walk back to the car. I knew Lala was going to make a beeline for it and frankly if I had my gummies on I would have joined her. A few people chuckled, some smiled and I suppose some were disapproving, but I didn't notice I was enthralled with my daughter have a good time.
Then a couple came past with their two kids. They didn't stop but the guy said to me "You're one brave Mum". Huh? I said "We have a washing machine and home is right around the corner..." he clarified over his shoulder "I would never let my kids do that". Honestly my immediate thought was "Sucks to be you're kids" but I'm still thinking about it.
Can someone please explain to me what is wrong with mud? I won't judge - I just think 'Am I missing something important here?" What is so scary about a little squishing around in your gummies? Maybe its just me but there is always an old towel and a couple of plastic bags in the boot of the car. Worst happens you strip them down, wrap them in a towel and turn up the heating - right?