After we walked to the pool to "dip our feet" in the water to see if it was warm, we started walking back home. Our feet were still wet because I didn't bring a towel. It was 90 degrees so I figured we would dry quickly. But Laci stepped in a mud puddle.
Laci, in angry voice: "Mom, you should have brought a towel!"
Me: "I didn't know you would be stepping in mud. You will be dry. You'll be fine. Do you want to ride your bike home?"
Laci: "No, I do not want to get the bike wet and muddy."
Me, a few minutes later: "Are you ready for your bike yet?"
Laci, still angry and yelling: "No, I am still muddy. I am not riding my bike. I am not going to tell you again... Why did you not bring a towel!!! You need to remember a towel!!!"
Me: "I don't know." I was just trying not to laugh.
A little later, we went to the pool, with swimsuits and towels. As we were about to walk near the puddle, I reminded her not to step in the mud. But it was too late. She stepped in the mud the moment I started to say "Don't step in the mud." I reminded her that I have a towel and she can dry off. She replied with "Good, you finally learned your lesson!"
I didn't have the heart to remind her that she should have learned her lesson by not stepping in the mud a second time too!