He ran as fast as his legs could go, farther than I anticipated, with results I could not have seen coming.
Need you ask? It's Micah. My wild man. Today he was my wild water man.
We went to the park (you really should join us if you're local) and I got him out of the stroller and was just digging in the diaper bag for the sunblock and he was gone. Running full speed for the cement-lined artificial park creek.
I wasn't too worried since I assumed he'd pause at the water's edge and approach with some caution. All the other toddlers seemed to have gotten the memo.
He plunged in like a man just rescued from the Sahara, with a reckless gusto that surprised me. And then he just kept running. What is he doing?!
So of course, I took off running, too. Before I reached him he did a face plant in the chilly water. I was momentarily relieved. This is where he'll stand up sputtering and crying from the shock and fright of being submerged in the water. This will slow him down, I foolishly thought.
Not Micah. He got up and just kept going deeper. Another face plant in deeper water, this time.
When I removed him from the water, he cried bitterly as though all of his happiness hinged on playing in my personal version of a triple shot espresso.
I think we'll be staying with the splash pads for awhile. I could do without the adrenaline of watching Micah pretend he is some kind of fish boy on a mission.