The off-and-on rainy weather in London makes for great puddle splashing. Huge puddles, medium puddles, big puddles, small puddles; they’re just a hop apart. And inside every one, a kid magnet pulls little feet towards them.

But after what I saw yesterday, Stephen’s not going to be jumping in any if I’m around.

On my local high road, a woman and her dog stood in the middle of the sidewalk. She was impatiently waiting for the dog to finish peeing. IN THE PUDDLE.

You never know what dangers lurk. This puddle here could be a bottomless pit and that puddle there only looks like a pool of rainwater when in actuality, it’s DOG PEE.