Crocs, perfect wading gear.
Venturing a little further away from the Mama's (that's our friend Hannah).
And sometimes when all those joys of summer get to you (heat, humidity, soaking wet bum bum, bug bites), you end up in a time out in the car after throwing a major fit and you have to leave the park and go immediately home. But that never happens to my child, no, not here. He's an angel. All.the.time.
Can you see that face? He was pretty angry with me. Yeah.