After The Rain

What would you do after it had rained and rained and rained and rained and the ground was wet, even if the sun was shining now?

If you answered “Go outside and sit on the ground and pick up soggy gumballs and try to eat them,” you’re probably Margaret, and why aren’t you taking your nap instead of reading the blog?  Also, when did you learn to talk properly?*

Also, clutching gumballs to her chest and muddying her front was another pastime she favored.

I think the small person has stock in Tide.  What she doesn’t know, since she doesn’t come into the basement with me when I’m doing laundry, is that her efforts are in vain, because I wash her clothes in Dreft.

*Incidentally, for those of you still unaware, Margaret has a consistent “word.”  In the morning, when her brain is running at its peak, and she’s not interested in other things, she will say “tickle,” and make tickling motions on her tummy and armpits.  It is adorable.  Though I think that tickle is a ridiculous first word, and she should have paid better attention