Day 4: Puddles

Awen stepped in the puddle with her wellington boots then, having discovered it wasn't going to hurt to do so, she jumped into it and a small amount of water splashed onto her boots.
“Puddle!” she smiled then jumped up again. Before she could land though, her dada grabbed her cuddled her.
“Yes, puddles. You can splash in puddles with your new wellies another day though.”
“Aww!” She pouted.
He shook his head. “But come on. Mama will be waiting for us at the fair.”
“Fair! Mud! Puddles! Splash! Splash! Splash!” Awen cried loudly, wiggling and kicking her dada with her boots.
“Yes, and poorly ribs for dada.” Edward winced as he started walking again.