Mago loves running through sprinklers on stops to grassy areas during car drives. “Running through” is usually more like timidly approaching the edge where the water stops, getting sprinkled a bit in the face, and running away shouting.
Two evenings ago as it was nearing time for bed, after driving in the car in the heat, Tia asked him if instead of bathing or showering he wanted to be hosed down, which he did. So we stripped him and sprayed him with the hose. He was amused but couldn’t take it for very long, and then I think Tia suggested spraying me. I refused. Mago cried. I couldn’t stand this – he wants to play with water with daddy, why should I refuse? – so I said I’d spray my own face and did (which was refreshing, but it got on my shorts anyway) and it amused him. Afterward Mago said “Did you spray your face, daddy?” I replied “Yes, because I broke your heart, so I decided to.” He said “Yeah. You broke my heart. In my chest.”
Yesterday Tia reports she made him a brownie which was far too big. When she served it to him, he looked down at it, paused for a moment to appreciate it, then looked up at her, paused again, and said “I like you. You’re a pretty mommy.”