The Biggest Puddle

Yesterday we took Jonathan to Weaver Lake park. After having fun on the slides, we went down to the lake to look at geese. There was only one to our left. As I knelt down to point the goose to Jonathan, he suddenly took off straight into the lake. He must have thought this was the biggest puddle he had ever seen. Before I could react he had already pattered into the water. After a couple of steps, the cold water shocked him and fell face down into the cold lake water. By the time I reached him, we were in ankle deep water. He was soaked from head to toe including his winter coat.

I laughed initially at the sight. After a littlewhile the event sank in. I was thankful he was only running into shallow lake water and not a busy street. I must admit that the moment Jonathan took off toward the water, I had a split second hesitation of running after him for fearing of getting wet. If it weren't for that, I perhaps could have stopped him before he fell. This too scared me. I had always thought maternal instinct was so great that we would do anything for our little ones. I guess it is not so. Self preservation got the better of me. I will have to be more careful in the future.

This is Jonathan wearing Albert's shirt on our way home from the lake.