I’m all in favor of jumping in puddles. I wonder why some parents are against it ? I admit that the floor of the backseat of my car is now a muddy mess of discarded socks, apple cores, orange peels, Legos, and Playmobil figures all covered in leaves and dirt. I think there might even be an old Eric Carle book at the bottom of the pile. Since its Winter here, that pile freezes and thaws on a daily basis, creating a quagmire that I’ll have to clean up, someday, maybe in the Spring. My car is 12 years old and has more than 200,000 miles on it, so I don’t really care so much about how clean it is at this point anyway.
Once a week or so we go to a farm stand near our house. The farmer knows us, so we will often visit the animals in his barn. We’ll sometimes see other parents wandering around with their kids, just about always they will discourage them from getting anywhere near either the animals, dirt, or really much of anything. Why are you at the farm? , I want to ask them. I don’t ask them that of course. I know that most people don’t want their kids to end up covered in mud, or their car, or their house. But sometimes I think it’s probably a good idea to let them have some control over what they’re doing.
You missed one! I’ll tell him, pointing to a puddle he has not jumped in yet. Or, try that one, it has some ice on top that you can break. Other parents will stop and stare. What is that strange man doing?
It’s the middle of Winter. We’ve been inside for months. There’s not quite enough snow around to go sledding so what else can we do to get some outside exercise.
Besides trying to keep the living room rug clean, my other rule is that we don’t do a lot of jumping in the mud when we’re out with J’s car. That’s a fairly new car and I don’t want to have to clean up two cars next month. Fairly new being 8 years old, with 125,000 miles.
I also have to draw the line at throwing large chunks of muddy ice into puddles in order to get a huge splash of muddy icy water all over the jacket, shirt, and pants, and then jumping into whatever was left of the puddle. We have to have clear boundaries, right?
Right before we left the farm, I wanted to get a shot of an old tractor in the snow among some apple trees.
I don’t want to go over there, Mr. C says.
I’ll get too wet.