Mother of the Year

In my head: "She has to lean over pretty far to put her finger under the stream of water. She's not going to tip over into the fountain marked 'non potable', is she? No, of course not. And she's having a great time!"

After the tip, the splash, the cry, the removal of wet clothes, and the donning of the only dry shirt we had with us:

Her mood was rebuoyed upon experiencing the joy of wearing Isä's shirt.