When we were in Texas, it rained. And it rained, and it rained, and it rained. It rained so much we lost a park. Meaning, we went to the park after it stopped raining and half of it was under water. The kids were in heaven.
They
splished and splashed and then they stripped off their clothes and
splished and splashed some more.
What did we have to do to capture the magic of such a wonderful situation? Take a bunch of pictures and completely ignore the nagging feeling that this situation seemed vaguely familiar on an episode of "House" (meaning, kids playing in lake run-over end up with something completely
undiagnosable the next week).
Good times (minus the threat of undiagnosed diseases).
They splished and splashed and then they stripped off their clothes and splished and splashed some more.
What did we have to do to capture the magic of such a wonderful situation? Take a bunch of pictures and completely ignore the nagging feeling that this situation seemed vaguely familiar on an episode of "House" (meaning, kids playing in lake run-over end up with something completely undiagnosable the next week).
Good times (minus the threat of undiagnosed diseases).
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