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Sprayed

I was sprayed with water from the road by a semi-truck (thankfully smaller than in the U.S.).  We had taken my youngest daughter to a friend’s house in the village to play.

It is raining.
We love walking in the rain.

When I got sprayed I laughed and danced a little.

Yes, I am silly.

Seriously, what do you expect me to do?

My seven year old daughter and son immediately gave into the humor of the moment.
I hope that they learned to laugh at these moments instead of being angry (for no real reason).

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  • Anna June 17, 2010, 10:02 am

    I love your little story! You are so right: why getting angry for no real reason?
    It is a special gift that you have, Pumpkin: you see and enjoy the small wonders in the world and you are conscious of your life and of yourself. :-)
    Love reading your posts – and although I do not know you: stay the way you are. Really.

    • Pumpkin June 18, 2010, 7:50 pm

      Thank you Anna. I think I over examine myself…Actually, I am sure of it. I really apprectiate your outside view. It really means so much. I am sure that you know me more than you think you do. I am my words because I don’t know how to hide behind them.

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