We went to the Forks Sunday afternoon to look at the rising red river. It was pretty high. However the most fun was the remnants of the skating rink under the canopy. It was wide and shallow and perfect for splashing. Joy was had.
puddles = joy
Wet pants do not dampen spirits.
Massive puddle ripe for splashing.
Not sure if this was some sort of indication of success in a particular accomplishment or just general approval of the situation.
Watching a train. Very exciting.
Viewing the flooding with mom. Flood. Got it. Lots of water. Other priorities now dad.