Today, Sam the three year old with no fear, finally fell in the lake. Off the dock. Partially - just one leg in. (He was wearing a life jacket, because we absolutely anticipated this event.) Cold, wet, scared. He told Grandma his sad story later before bed. He told her that daddy "wescued" him. Poor little angel. I love the way kids talk.
By the way, almost a year later, Joe is still putting the glow sticks in his mouth. That stuff is messy. For a while the arm of my lazy boy glowed in the dark. No eating the glowsticks!