Apparently, when you're a 16 month old ginger kid of a certain genetic combination, the way you open a door is to stand by it and jump into it head first, head-butt styles. It's hilarious apparently. Except when said door is actually closed as opposed to just pulled-to. Then it's an inconvenience as you yell for someone to open it enough that you can head butt it. Awesome. I'm either ordering a girl next time, or an 18-year supply of Ritalin.
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Because being inside in the warm and dry just isn't cool. What he was actually looking a bit displeased about here was his sock was too wet to be able to yank off himself.
The puddle-sitter-inner taking off at full speed as soon as it looked like he was going to be grabbed and taken inside for dry clothing and ... well ... taken inside.
The puddle-sitter-inner taking off at full speed as soon as it looked like he was going to be grabbed and taken inside for dry clothing and ... well ... taken inside. 
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