Rainy Days

 It's been raining.

A lot. 

Off and on.

And every time it stops, I have a couple kids who are ready at the door, pressing their faces against the glass, pulling on their coats and shoes. 

They are itching to get outside.

So I let them. 

They asked if they could walk through the mud.

Sure. Shoes will have to come off before you come back in the house, I tell them.

They run away, shouting with glee.

Excited at the thought of mud.

A few minutes later I hear screams followed by shrill bouts of laughter.

Huh?

I go to the door where daughter tells me that son stepped into a sinking mud puddle.

Double huh?

I go out and to the side of the yard and find son.

Sure enough.

Stuck in a sinking mud puddle.

Ah, rainy days.

And mud.

Ah, childhood.