I'm in a different wing of the building now and have a big window that faces out toward the kindergarten and preschool playground. There is a LARGE puddle right outside my window. Today I was standing near my computer and noticed kids playing really close by. I looked out to find a preschool student practically making "snow angels" in the puddle. A few more kids joined in and started splashing and playing. I walked over to watch them and saw their teachers coming toward the area. We caught each other's eye and all we could do was smile. What can you really do at that point? Not much other than smile and maybe giggle a bit. I watched as the little kiddos s l o w l y walked away toward the line filing back into the school, dripping wet. A few of my students began to notice and came to the window. They started waving back and forth. It made me a little sad for my students. It wouldn't be deemed appropriate if a third grader went and jumped into a puddle. I understand the reasoning but it's still a little sad to think their puddle jumping days might be over. We expect so much of these little people and I keep finding that I need to remind myself they are eight. I think we might need to round up some bubbles this week and go rekindle our love of wonder.