Back-to-back snowstorms followed by a few days of weather in the 40's and 50's have created massive puddles in our yard and driveway.  Yesterday when we went out to get the mail, I let the kids play in the puddles.  I figured, what difference does it make, it's only laundry.

Here's the happiest boy on earth.

The only problem with letting Martin do this was that it created a serious battle in my head that I like to call "WWJD vs. WWPD" - or - "What Would Jane Do? vs. What Would Pat Do?"  The conversation in my head went something like this:

Pat Side of Brain: Tell Martin to lay in the puddle.  See if he'll do it.
Jane Side of Brain: No Pat, don't do that.
Pat Side of Brain: I bet you can get him to do it.  Tell him just to sit down.
Jane Side of Brain: No, he's happy just jumping, let him keep going.
Pat Side of Brain: Okay.  Then tell him that it's a GI bathtub and see if he'll dunk his head.
Jane Side of Brain: It's getting cold out here, why aren't they wearing jackets?

I wish I could say that this is the first time WWJD and WWPD have battled it in my head, but it isn't.  Honestly, it's like they're there all the time.