I think this would be funnier, if it was someone else's child. But we need to record these memories so they can be used later on. . .
Today, while at the local children's museum, you were at the water table. You actually inniated going there on your own. I was proud. You grabbed the blue protector thing on your own. Again, proud. You started at the lower end, like usual, but you saw 2 boys playing with the vortex. You joined them. Proud. You climbed on the step stool, which put you at a height where you just had to bend at the waist and your whole shirt might have been in the vortex. No biggie. I moved you back to the lower end. You then climbed in. . .
For some reason you didnt like me carrying you out, dripping, while saying, "Go back! Go back!"