Dear Mulberry,
We started the day with Morning Meeting. It was wet and drizzly, so we met inside to do the morning news. We headed outdoors to check out the new table configuration and test out its dryness and suitableness for listening to books. As we were reading, the sun came out.
And there were glorious puddles for jumping in. I wore my tall rainboots with chickens. They should be called puddle boots because they are exactly what you need for the biggest splashes.
You tried to trick me into jumping into the puddle on Mud Mountain. “No way!” I just knew I’d get stuck in the mud and no one would ever get me out. Later you asked to make the hole on Mud Mountain even bigger. I wonder if anyone tried jumping in.
Love,
Teacher Michelle