So, we went out to dinner this evening with our families. After dinner the two uncles took LB outside with them for a walk. The restaurant was near a couple of big office buildings and there was something of a courtyard area outside the restaurant. The courtyard had about 4 different fountains in it. (you can see where this is heading, right?) They had been out there for a while and I figured LB was having fun and he was with the two of them, so I wasn't worried.

Then Uncle Michael appears and tell me that LB went for a swim in one of the fountains. We had his cart comforter (do a search if you want to know what it is) with us so I grabbed it-lacking a towel, and headed outside. By the time I got there, Uncle Matthew had taken off his SOAKING WET hiking boots and socks. He'd clearly been crying and looked a bit cold too. I laid out the comforter and had him come sit on it, wrapped him up in it, and hugged him. I asked if he was OK and he was, but he was definitely soaked. He was wearing a collared shirt and you could clearly see the water line, about an inch below his shoulder. At least his head hadn't gone under.

Shortly thereafter, daddy came out with his diaper bag. I took him out of his overalls and we headed for the car, which was parked nearby. I laid him out in the back and changed his diaper and wrap to dry ones. I did have a spare pair of shorts so I put them on him, and then decided that the shirt was soaked enough that it needed to come off too. Luckily, earlier that week we'd gone to Disneyland so I had put a blanket into the diaper bag too. So we took out the blanket and wrapped him in it (the comforter had gotten pretty wet in the process of wrapping/hugging/changing) and then he wanted to run around. So there in the courtyard is a little barefoot boy, with a blanket wrapped around him running around.

The blanket kept falling off, so Uncle Matt had the brilliant idea to tie it around his neck so now he had a cloak/cape and he continued to run around for a while.

(pictures of the cape boy will be up sometime)

Eventually we piled him into the car and headed home. On the way home, I turned to him in the back seat, waved, and said "hi." The following conversation ensued:

Me: Hi.
LB: Hi, daddy.
Me: What am I, chopped liver?
Daddy: Say, "Hi, chopped liver."
LB: No
Me (trying again): Hi.
LB: Hi, daddy.
Me: harumph, harumph, harumph
Daddy (pointing at me): Who's that?
LB: Mommy.
Me: Hi
LB(with a big grin): Hi, mommy.
Daddy: Sometimes you have to hit the reset button.