Puddle Therapy

Callum has been fighting some sort of stomach virus/flu since Wednesday, and then yesterday I too, started to feel meh. Well, ok, I feel sicker than meh but with all the talk of The Sick these days how much more do you really want to listen to? yeah, I thought so. I?m not dying, I can still breath, and I?m not getting the damn vaccine?
Anyway.
Today, after the hundredth temper tantrum of the day, the most recent because I was neither well enough, nor had the proper ingredients, to make the cookies Callum was demanding be mixed he finally calmed down enough to sit on my lap and have a little chat. He decided that what Mommy* needed was a little bit of Mommy medicine, and maybe some of that medicine Papa takes in the black jar with the green lid. Just a little reminder to me that in case I thought kids don?t notice everything, they notice EVERYTHING. Said medicine is Vitamin C, the kid might be on to something. Then he noticed the puddle on the driveway and had a lengthy discussion about it, how it appeared, and the jumping that was to be had. I admit to only listening to part of this conversation while I read an article on the computer, so while it sounds idyllic I’m sick and not that terribly interested in the origins of puddles.
Once Claire was up from her nap, he put on his boots, insisted Claire put on hers, and out front they went to jump. After several days of Treehouse (way, way, way too much Treehouse, god help us) I?m pretty sure puddle splashing was the cure we all needed.