Puddles

I parked my Velib, put Clément the Casque in my day bag and started the walk to my office. 

A papi (grandpa) was walking what I imagined to be his little granddaughter to daycare. She had an adorable brown bob and held his hand as they walked.

Suddenly, she let go and started walk/running with her itty bitty tennis shoes to the most gigantic puddle on the sidewalk.

Papi: Don't do it. Do NOT jump in that puddle.

The little girl paused to think. 

Then, run run run run run

..... SPLASH!