Today my grandson was running all around with his new green-light-flickering shoes. He stopped by a puddle, looked at me, and before I could respond, he jumped in it with such glee that I knew instantly he just had to do it. He was so pleased with himself. For him, water, any water, is for going in. He dips his chips in water, uses five straws, stays forever at the drinking fountain. He even dips his macaroni in water. I am sure he could organize his entire life around water. It is his thing. Period.
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