Walking down the streets of Montpelier this afternoon, with Sophie carrying an umbrella (a device she loves to use even when there’s no realistic chance of rain, much less actual rain), we sloshed through some puddles of melted snow and mud.
At one point, Sophie tripped and fell, planting her hands in a particularly messy patch of mud. Unhurt but messy, she ran to me with horror in her eyes and showed me her hands.
Ben: Ooh, yuck! I bet Mommy has a tissue you can use to clean up.
Sophie: No! I wanna use your pants!
I guess I can’t complain too much when I’ve been known to do the same thing.
