Nat! (=Wet!)

Mats loves water. He loves bathing (especially if means splashing mom or dad and prounouncing full of glee "NAT!") He loves jumping in puddles and he loves splashing in the fish pond at the Discovery Museum. Both of which usually result in a grinning Mats dripping from head to toe. He will repeatedly "NAT!", just in case I didn't catch that fact on my own.

So yesterday, when my bathwater-warm tea (which I had stupidly put on top of the car while I buckled Mats into his car seat) was blown over by the wind right on my back, it shouldn't have been a big deal that Mats got perhaps a shot-glass worth on his foot, right? Oh so wrong. His blood-curdling cry of "NAT!" would make you think I had taken a cookie from him as he was about to starve to death. Go figure.

I have long since ceased trying to understand the mind of a toddler.