This was an early trip to the local sprinklers (maybe the first), late June of 2006, which would make my son about 17 months at the time. Those were new water shoes, a bit stiff, hence a more exaggerated clomping around than normal, (if you have a chart somewhere, and keep track of that sort of thing). A lot of kids play with water balloons, so the ground is littered with balloon remnants--in case you're wondering what that item on the ground is--by the end of the summer I didn't mind.
Oh, and that low "Yeahya" exclamation I make at the beginning is a mark of my proud Southern upbringing, whether I got it from this man or not.
