"what childhood should be"

As do all children, my kids love puddles. But I'm never sure that my husband approves of my decision of letting them play in them. After all, how sanitary could a puddle between two houses be? or one in the dirt driveway shared by our three neighbors?

But I let them play, and they laugh with glee. And then when I show my video clip to my husband, with Babs' squeals of joy, my husband says the words that let me know that I'm doing okay with this motherhood gig after all: This is what childhood should be.

(First picture last May, second picture, yesterday.)