This morning the sky was gray and promising rain but from my quick glance out the door the drops were few and far between. Dexter knew it was time for the bus stop walk and he was eager to go. So were the boys so we grabbed a couple umbrellas and headed out.
We were half way back home, with Cody safely tucked on the bus and on his way to school, when the whining started.
It was cold.
It was windy.
His little hands were cold.
His arms were just too tired to hold up the umbrella any longer.
His legs hurt.
He got a raindrop in his eyeball.
His hair was cold.
He walked slower and slower so that Dexter, who is old and arthritic, and I, who am less old and arthritic but you get the idea, were actually moving faster than he was. Then Carter stopped, posed in that floppy marionette style that children of a certain age seem to be genetically predisposition for, and told me that he just could not walk any more. Sigh.
What does one do in such a circumstance but to start a new scientific classification of mud puddles. I started with the long shallow one on the roadway because it was right there at my feet. It was exposed to the elements being out on the road next to the field instead of by the trees. The wind formed little ripples on the surface of the water. This was the puddle Carter had named Mr. Ripples earlier in our walk so the name stuck. Next came a deeper one formed from one too many tires going over a gravel driveway, we classified it as Mrs. Rocky. Then came Miss Fish, because of the shape, and Mrs. Bubbles a mud puddle that formed under the branches of a tree. The dripping of the rain off the tree branches caused rather good sized bubbles to form and float on the surface. I tried the name Mr. Aardvark out on one strange shaped puddle but Carter did not find it funny.
We made it back to the house. Carter got warmed up and stopped complaining about his cold hair. I don’t think that Carl Linnaeus would have approved of either our rudimentary classification techniques nor our chosen names for said classified mud puddles, but it did put a stop to the whining and made for a much nicer walk.