This will be a fairly short post, because I'm stating the obvious.
Yesterday, while picking up James from daycare, Evan had the responsibility to check the cubby and folder and get all of James' stuff together. I had the opportunity to do what I love doing best: watching James discover something new.
As soon as he saw me, James gave a quick acknowledgment that I existed and then ran over to the water fountain. Apparently, he had been eying it for a while. I watched as he turned the knob on the fountain, amazing himself that he was making the water shoot out. He pointed at it and smiled so I'd approve and he turned the knob again. Impressive. After that, out shoots the tongue. He's on this tippy toes now, tongue hanging out like a little Gene Simmons. I think he may have seen this done before! However, each time he has to lean in to try to get some water, the pressure he is using to turn the knob is lifted. No water. I'm laughing hysterically as I watch my son struggle (Yup, I guess I'm just that kind of mom) and he finally succeeds -- for about half a second and then the ice cold water is shooting up his nose. Nice.
James gets mad and swears off the water fountain. Story of my life.
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