We’ve been enjoying (not really) the incredibly intense Texas heat by celebrating on our front porch with some family time. This commemoration of the convection oven known as the weather is usually toasted with a nice white wine or champagne as Jess and I sit on the porch-couch and watch E.K. play with her water table.
It’s really a lot of fun and the heat isn’t quite as bad as I make it out to be.
This occasion, Jess had brought out the giant silver bowl for Emmy. And, like a cowgirl in the wild west, our daughter decided she should take a bath in it.
Watching her learn how water spilled over the rim of the receptacle as she submerged her body further, I commented that she was learning about volume displacement.
Her response was simple. “It’s called ‘splashing’, dad.”
Touché, Emerson. Touché.