It’s Raining Men-Child

(It’s raining out and my husband and I are under the covered area in front of our door as I fish out my keys. He is circling around, stomping his feet.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Husband: *stops and stares at me*

Me: “Were you just making footprints?”

Husband: *grinning proudly* “Uh-huh.”

Me: *sigh* “I married a five year old.”