He is fresh out of the bath, the wrinkles on his feet act as proof. But still - his nose is pushed up against the sliding glass door that leads to the porch.
I hear his finger knock against the glass. He is pointing, showing me where his pool and water toys await for another day.
I try and coax him into the nursery so we can start the routine: lotion, pajamas, milk, tooth brush, books. He takes my hand and walks me to the porch. His finger makes a ting on the glass as he points to his pool.
I sigh and push back the blinds, letting Jackson run out to his pool. My toddler could live in the water and at 7:00 p.m. the temperature is still record breaking.
Hot enough that it calls for another round in the pool and a Popsicle - even if it is past bedtime and we have already had a bath.