My youngest loves water of any kind. With that knowledge, I took the spray bottle of water that I was using as I ironed this morning and sprayed a light mist over his head as he walked by. He loved it and giggled as if he were at a high-dollar waterpark. Several more times, he intentionally walked by and paused, looking up at me with an anticipatory, almost sheepish, grin.
:: squirt, squirt ::
:: giggle, giggle ::
Then, he realized the highlight of his morning was about to occur. He heard Daniel's footsteps bounding down the hall. His big brother was awake! Momma's Water Warehouse of Fun was suddenly of no concern. He had to get to his "bubba." In his haste, he took off and proceeded to have both little feet fly straight up in the air as he slipped and fell on the water-sprayed slick tile floor.
THUD! And what a thud it was. That little noggin plunked right down on the floor and out came a scream followed by tears. (yes, Mommy felt horrible)
But suddenly, Daniel rounded the corner. I picked Jacob up and he took off again, a little slower this time but with an eager swagger nonetheless, and bounded into a now-squatting Daniel's arms. He then laid his head on Daniel's shoulder and they embraced for a sweet good morning hug...
...as my heart melted in a puddle on the already wet floor below.