Mase and I ended up at Spring Creek Park. Now, it was the end of October, so I really just wanted to go to the park; I certainly didn't have any intentions on going in the creek. But, as usual, Mason had other ideas.
Needless to say, I was the only mother letting her kid in the water. But Mason loved it.
That last picture, I love. He looks like a three-year-old Huckleberry Finn. Or a runaway toddler hippie taking a little bath in the woods.
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