Don’t Let Them Jump in Puddles
I was a new parent. My son was three years old and I knew this day would come.
We were coming back from the bank on a Saturday morning. It was a practiced routine every other Saturday. We would walk to the corner bank where I would deposit my pay check, he would get a lollipop and I would get some cash.
It had rained all morning and stopped just prior to our walk. The sun had yet to…