Puddle

We went to Soft Play this afternoon - or Soft Place, as he insists on calling it. Of course, when the hour was up, he went into a right cream puff, and refused to put on his shoes and coat. And when we finally did get outside he moaned like a drain because I wouldn't give him a carry.

Eventually, he started to walk, very gradually picking up speed as his mood lightened. By the time we got to this puddle, all was well. Jack had got his groove back, and it didn't matter that it had started to rain again.