We ended up going for a slushy, mucky, sloppy walk through the woods. Jackson ended up slipping and falling into a nice icy puddle and was such a trooper about walking back home with drenched pants. When we got home, the kids played in the front yard for a bit slopping around in the puddles. You could hear Jackson say occasionally, "Watch out for the pile of deer poop Charly." What a nice big brother. Some natural springtime hazards living in the Northland I guess.