Splash

We went to one of our favorite parks over the weekend. M took one look at the splash pad and started squirming to get out of his stroller. We hadn’t anticipated getting wet, so we were all just in normal clothes. But, M was so desperate to play, I let him have at it. And he had a BLAST.
He splashed and splashed and splashed. The look on his face was pure joy. Then we left the water to swing and slide for a bit…
…only to come back for more.
I don’t know that I have ever seen M have more fun. He was in heaven. He got so soggy that drastic measures had to be taken (just channeling his inner Aunt Chelsey):

M spent the rest of our time at the park with his pants hanging from the stroller where they could dry. And then, unfortunately, the time came for us to go home. And someone was very unhappy about it:

Don’t worry M Bug, we’ll go back again soon!