In the atrium of our house is a fountain. A fountain that my dad has fixed twice, one that I really don’t love but in which Zach loves to splash and play. The problem is that this time the fountain was really, really dirty. So he is covered in dirty water and Lord only knows what else and could not be happier. He threw a huge fit when I tried to take off his shirt, in fact.
It is getting so hot now it is a perfect place for him. The atrium is enclosed so I can leave him in there and see him from the other rooms. Yes, it is hot and I am not going out there. We do a lot of waving from the windows.