Sarah Roush

While most of us are exhausted by the seemingly endless rainfall for this spring, one thing is for certain. It was provided some cheap entertainment for our toddler. There is apparently nothing more alluring than a big puddle of water. Admittedly, there is something very satisfying about splashing about in a warm bit of water, maybe even squishing mud between the toes. It’s somehow liberating and demands that you are in that very moment, even as it recalls childhood memories.

Sparky adores a show called “Peppa Pig,” an import from the United Kingdom. Everyone’s favorite activity in this program is jumping in muddy puddles, with the N0. 1 rule of “You must wear your boots!”. Sparky loves his boots, so he is all in, except for two issues.

Our property is saturated like everyone else’s, so the front yard becomes a large pond for about six hours every time it rains. Again, not really a problem, but Sparky likes stomping in this area in water that reaches about as high as his knees. A good inch and a half higher than his boots. He is slogging around with filled boots and gets mad because it slows him down, but he also doesn’t want to remove the footwear. It’s a tough life for this kid.

The second issue is Sparky equates being in water with being naked, like in the bathtub. While he was splashing about in the yard, I took the opportunity to yank some weeds out of what is supposed to be a flower bed in front of the house. I could hear Sparky right behind me, pretending to be a dinosaur, stomp, splash, roar! Between roars, he was chatting up our dog. The splashing stopped for a minute, but he was talking so his location was known. It was when I heard him say, “Here, take it,” that I turned around. He had stripped his clothes off, put his boots back on, and was handing his diaper to our dog – the canine shredding machine. Muttley dashed about, flinging diaper filling everywhere. Sparky was running in the front yard, naked except for boots. When I asked him what he was doing – he very seriously said “boots on, mommy!”.

He then proceeded to do laps back and forth in the front lawn as I chased him. Most people don’t know this, but the fastest creature on the planet is a toddler doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing. Sparky was breaking land and water records that day.

It wasn’t until I tripped and fell facedown in the muddy water, that he ceased his scampering and he came to inquire “mommy, okay?”. Wet and muddy from head to toe and with a drowned earthworm stuck in my hair, I was wheezing like the out of shape person I am. This is of course, when three vehicles drove by us. I don’t know what they thought was going on, but Sparky had a great time that day, which I guess, is all that matters.

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