|Peppa's tip: make sure it's water before starting to splash....|
Puddles have been proving problematic.
Out and about, The G in particular is all-too-often unable to resist.
Jumping up and down in them, splashing me and The B, damp feet for the remainder of our journey, not good.
I blame Peppa Pig and her penchant for this particular activity, the muddier the better seeming to be the lesson The G has learnt.
In her wellies, I don't mind so much.
In her shoes, it's not a pastime to be encouraged.
Fortunately, a breakthrough has been made on this front, the solution something I could never have foreseen.
The other day, walking home, The G spotted a puddle and, as is her wont, headed straight for it at full speed.
Jumping up and down, having a great time . . . .
Until I pointed out that the puddle was, in fact, a dog wee.
Suddenly, puddles are proving a little less attractive to certain people in the household.