Ah, the spray park. It may look glamorous and fun, but this particular one is surrounded with mud that could probably swallow a small child whole. Within minutes of arriving, Aidan was stomping around the perimeter and lost one of his fancy new Nike beach shoes that his Granny sent him. It was a tragedy. I thought I knew about where he'd lost it, because he stopped his progression through the puddles and stared at the ground for a minute. That was when I noticed that he only had one shoe on. I and several other mothers and children searched through the gooey mess, to no avail. In one spot, I sunk into the mud almost up to my knee! I did manage to find someone else's missing shoe, so if you know anybody who lost a black Croc with a broken strap at the A.C. Steere spray park, it's there now. You can see it hanging out in the background behind Aidan.
I don't think Aidan had as much fun as he would have if he'd still had his shoes. The ground and the rest of the playground (that was without water) was very hot, and Aidan was pretty much confined to the spray park...where he was afraid to actually play in the water. He was only interested in the puddles. Go figure. That's what got him in trouble to begin with.