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Wild curls bounced as rain boots hit water.
“Juniper Jay, must you jump in every puddle you see?”
“I must, Papa. Puddles are fun.”
“I know, Love. Just remember that means you must take a bath when we get home.”
“Baths are no fun.”
“Neither is your dad when you’re absolutely filthy.”
Junie looked at Louis defiantly, the way only a four year old could.
Smirking deviously before she took off running, Juniper called back to her father, “If I must take a bath anyway, I might as well get really filthy!”
No puddle was left un-splashed in her wake.