Practical shmactical. Rubber boots are FUN.

There are few things in life as fun as a pair of rubber boots.

When Sam was little, every year I would get him a new pair of bright yellow rubber boots from L.L. Bean because his favorite thing to do in the springtime was splash through puddles - and good grief, we have plenty of those in our driveway. I would watch him jump around, occasionally squatting down to pop some bubbles or to pick up an earthworm he had uncovered. I loved allowing him the freedom to do something that would otherwise be off limits. All that joy made possible by a $20 pair of boots. 

I don't know why I never bought a pair for myself. Probably my practical side winning out over the fun seeking side. But lately everything outside is wet and squishy and it has become quite impractical that I didn't have a pair of shoes to just slip on to take the dog outside, or something washable to put on my feet to walk down the muddy driveway to the mailbox. Until now.

I feel a bit like Forrest Gump with his magic shoes. "They was my rubba boots." I could go anywhere!

I can't wait to get them dirty.