I throw the boy in the lake, he gets his revenge.

I know it's been a while, I've been busy.
As promised though...
We went up to northern Wisconsin over the weekend of Kate's birthday. This is about four weeks ago now. The fact that it Kate's birthday coincided with the invitation was actually a coincidence. Kate's best friend from school is married to a guy who's family owns a cabin up north. His grandma technically owns the place, but at this point all the kids and grandkids take care of it and divvy up who gets what weekend at the beginning of the summer. So, their weekend was the weekend of Kate's birthday, and they invited us to come up with them and two other couples.
The place that we went is up north around four or so hours from Madison. We left fairly early on Friday afternoon, ultimately got up there at shortly after dark.
"Cabin" is a word that used ubiquitously around here to mean any second permanent free standing dwelling place that someone that lives in Madison owns somewhere up north. Usually on a lake.
Knowing the wide definition of the word "cabin", I had some doubts about the wisdom of this with trip with the boy. That turned out not to be so much of an issue though, the cabin in this case is the same size or bigger than our house. Beth and Keith gave us the one downstairs bedroom which was nice of them, and it kept Sam from waking up everyone else upstairs (which was spaces separated by curtains) if he woke up in the middle of the night, which he did.
The house is on a little lake. I don't remember what the lake's called, there's a billion little lakes around the state. Anyhow, they have a pontoon boat up there, so Saturday early afternoon the plan is to pile onto the pontoon boat and head across the lake for lunch at the country club, and then stop partway back for a swim.
We had lunch outside on the porch while watching some folks get ready for a wedding. This actually sort of hung us up for a while, because we would have had to walk through the wedding to get back to the boat. So we ended up watching a typical northern Wisconsin wedding.
For any of you who haven't had the pleasure, here's the thing about northern Wisconsin. Northern Wisconsin has lots of nature (not my favorite thing, but Kate likes it), beautiful scenery, woods, lakes, wildlife, stuff like that. That's what makes it a popular place.
It also has northern Wisconsin folks. If northern Wisconsin is a popular place, it's in spite of the northern Wisconsin folks.
We watched Anna get married to Dave. Anna and Dave looked to be in their early thirties. Anna was in a tasteful white open-backed dress that exposed her rainbow and butterfly tattoos (one on each shoulder), and her bra strap. Dave wore a standard rental tux topped off by a standard northern Wisconsin camouflage baseball cap proclaiming allegiance to Dave's favorite brand of hunting ammunition or chain saw. I wasn't close enough to see which one.
As an aside, why is camo required to cut down an tree? There's lot's of chain saw swag that comes in camo. Chain saws are pretty loud. Nobody's going to not know where you are. They're going to hear you, even if they can't see you. Or, I guess, even if they can't see your head.
From the eyebrows up.
Anyhow...
Dave married Anna. The eight or nine bridesmaids and groomsmen looked very happy for them. The best man was on particularly good behavior. He kept the plastic beer cup that he was using to spit tobacco juice into discreetly concealed behind his leg, for the most part. He also spat very quietly.
Also, the bridesmaids managed not to smoke a lot during the ceremony.
Eventually the wedding ended and we were able to get back to the boat and head back out on the lake.
We stopped about three hundred yards offshore to go swimming. Kate jumped into the water, and then I handed down a floaty thing of some sort, a kind of ring shaped thingy with a webbing seat. Then I handed down Sam. Kate hung onto Sam and got him into the floaty thing. Then I jumped into the water.
Sam remained in the water for about five minutes. He was clearly unhappy to be there for the last four minutes and forty seconds (or so). To be fair, the water was pretty cold. So, I got out of the water and Kate handed the boy up to me. I wrapped him in a towel, and we headed in to the cabin.
In the cabin Kate took Sam into the shower with her to clean him up and warm him up. He was pretty unhappy on the boat home, but the warm shower calmed him down. She handed him out to me and finished her shower. I didn't intend to shower, since I didn't think I needed to.
So, I'm standing there holding Sam, and waiting for Kate to get out of the shower.
A brief explanation of why I misinterpreted what came next:
Kate has long hair, and likes hot showers. If we both have to shower in the morning we will frequently be in the bathroom at the same time. Generally Kate goes first, and then she starts drying off and getting ready for work or whatever while I'm in the shower. I generally get out of the shower just in time for Kate to be wringing out her hair, which generally splatters some on me.
That's why, standing there holding Sam with my back to the shower, I thought the warm water I was being splattered with was because Kate had got out of the shower. I turned around, and saw that Kate was still in the shower. I was just trying to figure out how she splattered me with her hair from inside the shower when I got splattered again.
I had not wrapped Sam very tightly in the towel that I had swaddled him into, and he was expressing his displeasure with the whole swimming incident. Given that it was Kate's idea, I found the whole commentary to be tremendously unfair. In a just world he would have splattered Kate.
Oh well. It's not a just world, and I ended up taking a shower after all.
To add injury to insult, when I was getting him dressed on the bed after I showered we had our first America's funniest home videos moment. The bed was the perfect height, and I usually dress him on his changing table from the side. I wasn't paying attention to the fact that my nuts were lined up perfectly. Thankfully, we haven't taught him to kick yet, so it didn't hurt.
Much.