Go for a sunny walk before breakfast on the local greenbelt.
Find some puddles to stomp, but realize you wore the wrong shoes and weep and wail that you can’t summon the boots to magically appear.
While grumping about your bootlessness, realize you are hungry and rush home for a well-earned and much-appreciated breakfast. Play a bit and delightedly discover this was the day for Grammy and Papa Gary to come over! Play with grandparents, but strenuously resist going to the park to stomp in puddles…
… But then have a stupendous time stomping in puddles when you do finally get to the park.
After falling into a puddle, continue on to discover an excellent field of big rocks and dirt, perfect for adhering to your sticky-muddy bottom. Also, incidentally, perfect for hiding worms, beetles, centipedes, and other creepy-crawlies.
Finally decide to go home, quite comprehensively messy, but get briefly distracted by rolling pebbles down slopes and peeking in empty trailers.
Come home, shedding all clothes in the garage, eat a big lunch, and take a nap. What a fun morning.