Should Have Called for "Help!"

Just as I was hitting "publish" on the last blog post about John learning to say "help," I heard him calling "Mama . . . Mama . . ." oh-so casually from the sun room. I walked in there to find him sitting in his pajamas in a puddle of water in the high 50s/low 60s temperatures. His pants were soaked with the cold water. At his request I had filled the water pitcher with about two cups of water for him to pour and play with, but he's never actually sat down in it before. This first picture is out of focus, but I love the expression it captured.