Yesterday I was on my way to work, tired and disgruntled, when I came across a mom with her child of about two. He was wearing a huge raincoat down to his shins and repeatedly running through a little puddle. It must have been just a couple feet squared and had less than a centimeter of water in it but this kid was absolutely in love with it. He’d waddle from one side to the other trying to splash as much as he could and then he’s turn around and do it again. All the time giggling like crazy.
This sigh reminded me a) that kids really do the stereotypically cute things I thought were only talked about in books and b) how much I love their ability to live completely in the moment and be entertained by the smallest occurrences in life. Cause I mean, why not derive that much joy from putting whip cream on a customer’s hot chocolate? I don’t know that I’ll ever laugh giddily as I clean the inside of a Starbucks’ toilet – but why not try it out and see what happens? I feel like every task can seem a little more entertaining when you look at it through the eyes of a child. So from now on the world will be my very own splashy puddle!