When you jump in muddy puddles....

You must wear your boots.

Finally, he does! :):):) no crying at wellies.
My cousin Nick came to visit. We plated with cars and trains for a bit then even though it was lashing down - thought we'd have a trip to feed the ducks.

Whole slices of bread were chucked at ducks. Millions of muddy puddles were stamped in and Matt fell in them countless times.

Matt got a stick for poking things and for counting the colours on the speed bumps. No bribery in the form of cars or raisins with us so made a big deal of every big next puddle on our way - WOW! Look at that big puddle! - repeat for next 15 puddles. Hilarious.

Then there was the many many round and round requests for Nick. Haha. Poor Nick had no change of clothes either.

Literally poured water out of Matt's wellies and went home. Cuppa and chocolate hobnob (Matty refused a hobnob - really not my child). T'was a lovely rainy day!