Needed to document another spontaneous-fun-mom-moment as they are way less often then I'd like.   I hate putting off invitations to make play-doh pizzas to fold laundry or sweep up crumbs.  My daughters lose out to the burning dinner or the sticky table.  I wish I could just let everything go to hell for a while so that we could jump around in childhood for a few moments.  Yesterday, after they woke up from naps and the thunder was just rolling out of Oak Park, we grabbed our bathing suits and ran through the rain.