Puddles
I just read the words "puddle jumping" on a website. No idea what it was about, but it triggered a great memory.
I can’t remember exactly how old Chico Habib was, but he was a toddler. It was Halloween, but during the day. Chico Habib was wearing tennis shoes, which is unheard of these days. We were out with Krimboor as he was looking at a used truck. But it wasn’t the usual car dealership, it was some place that was mostly indoors and they had repossessed cars and trucks for sale. Anyway, we were outside and there was a puddle. A big puddle. Chico Habib jumped in the puddle and giggled. He did it again and again and again. It was one of those moments that was full of joy and wonder and discovery. Of course I "let" him do this. How could I stop him from doing something he so obviously enjoyed? I enjoyed watching him. It was a great moment. 
