It's puddle jumping season here in Minnesota. The spring thaw has begun and my 50 cent garage sale polka-dotted puddle jumpers made their way out of the closet and into some chilly puddles. And please, if you happen to run into my three-and-a-half year old daughter and converse about her rubber boots, note they are NOT called boots, they are, "PUDDLE JUMPERS!" She will passionately remind you of this if you happen to make this mistake.
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