Rarely does a day go by where Charlie does not, at some point in the day, bring me his boots, hat, coat or some combination of all three. He then hopefully quips, "Outside?" It doesn't matter what the weather is outside and no matter how logically I explain that it is unseasonably cold, raining very hard, etc. he inevitably listens and promptly replies in the same tone, "Outside?"
It was one such typical day when there was just a slight drizzle outdoors and Amelia was settled down for her am nap that I took Charlie outside. For some reason, on this day, he insisted on wearing the boots that he'd gotten from Grandma. These are a little big on him and thus slightly awkward especially in slippery weather. As he ran around yelling, "Puddle!" and performing the obligatory jump and splash, he kept tripping on his boots and falling. In the picture above, I had just snapped the shutter when Charlie started to take a dive. I love how this picture turned out though (and injuries were minimal).