Yesterday I was at the park with Isaac while Laura waited with Lucy for Alice to get off the park. He was "chasing" me, so I went up the tall slide and waited for him to climb up. Well, he had a stick, "squirt gun", and even after he wasn't holding it, had a little trouble climbing. I don't know if it was the mittens, the winter coat, boots or what, but he pivited off the hard ladder, stepped onto the platform and then fell flat on his back into the deep icy puddle at the bottom.
He wasn't happy. You wouldn't be either if your t-shirt was soaked 1/2 up your shirt at the back with near zero water.
I hugged him and worked to calm him down by doing things like hugging him and asking if he wanted to play on the swings. After about 4-5 minutes he took a couple of gasping breaths, stopped crying and informed me that he "calmed his body down". Then he asked to go on the swings, no wait, the tire swing!
He informed me that he would say "Weee!" every time that I pushed the tire, and he did. Then he said "I love you daddy. And I love Alice. And I love mommy. And I love baby Lucy. And I love everyone in the world because they are so nice to me. And I even love the bad guys because they are nice to me like Kylo Ren."
Our little guy is very much full of love.
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