Labor Day morning, sitting around the HQ, Kjel.org had no real plans. I mention that maybe we might want to head over to Town Center Park in Wilsonville, since Jr. seems to enjoy the fountain there quite a bit. Stinky, that sound good to you? The boy’s inner monologue at that point:

What the hell kind of silly question is that, Daddy? Of course I want to go to the Wilsonville park with the fun water feature! What possibly could have made you think I might not want to go? Did you eat paint chips when you were my age? You’re hopeless, Daddy. Hopeless. Now start up the Suby, get me out of these flerkin pajamas, and lets ride. And tell Mommy that I call shotgun.

What he said aloud? Aqua. More. Yayyy!! Aqua!! He can get quite a bit across using very few words.

We headed down to the park; much to his disgust Jr. did not get to ride shotgun. Stinky had to change and get lotioned up in public and did not like it one bit: that is not how he likes to roll. Dammit Mommy, for the last time, quit lotioning me and let me in the water!

Despite his expression he actually is having a lot of fun. The water runs for a long way, and there are all kinds of waterfalls and sluices and such for the boy to play in. He still has a bad habit of launching himself off of high walls without considering the consequences; this makes things slightly nervewracking when he is walking on the big cement blocks. Still though, a good time was had by all. Until his tantrum a little bit later, but I’ll spare you the pictures from that. Daddy, why do you think I am not smiling? Huh? Could it possibly be because you are making me look directly into the sun? Maybe? You ever think about that, smart guy?