By James. Age three. Big feelings. Big splashes.

Okay. So.

Today was Important. Grave Digger told me so. He said, “Hey James. Do you want to drive into Splash Volcano?” And I said “YES,” and then Pushed the Stool. It made a scratchy sound like dragons walking. Good. That meant it was time.

I climbed. Very tall. My toes did grip things. Then Grave Digger and Truckie McBoom were ready. The sink was white and sleepy, but I woke it up.

💦 I TURNED THE HANDLE. THE BIG WAY.

Water made crash noises. It was ALIVE. I put Grave Digger in first. He did a FLIP like in the movie I saw in my head. Truckie went fast and fell into Toothpaste Mountain. I said, “LOOK OUT, TRUCKIE,” but he didn’t have ears. That’s okay. He’s brave.

Soap dish floated like a boat. I put my cup in the flood and said, “I SAVE YOU!” I was a hero. My sleeve got squishy. This was fine. Heroes get wet.

Then. Then. I heard her.

👣 Mama feet. Coming like thunder. My tummy did a jump. I turned slow, water everywhere, my elbow dripping like a faucet who is crying. She said, “JAMES?” with her serious mouth.

I said, “I fix it.”
She blinked.
I said, “I love splash.”

Mama sighed with her whole body and gave me a towel. I am not in trouble. She says I’m “a situation.” That is when you love something but it’s messy.

Anyway. The sink race was good. Ten stars. Very splash. Would do again.