Water, water everywhere

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!