The morning after a big rain, after I glanced at the radar and saw even more rain heading our way. I knew our typical morning walk plans were canceled, although Porter was still begging to go on a "yalk." So instead of making him cry by telling him he had to stay indoors, I plopped both boys down in a big puddle on our dirty, old patio. And they splashed and squealed and had the best time for a good 18 minutes straight. Until mama saw a lightning strike and off we went to find the play-doh.