“You’re doing great.” I laid a hand on his back to encourage him. Perhaps it also made him feel more secure since he let go of me with his remaining hand and slithered forward to improve his angle on the water.
There wasn’t much there, and when it became too low for him to get any more water, he pushed up and maneuvered his legs until he was sitting on his little rump looking up at me with woeful hazel eyes and quivering lips. I quickly reassured him. “There’s more, Buddy. We’ll find another one.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. There were more puddles for the time being, but what about when it hadn’t been raining? Technically the wet season was over. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any at all, but not as much.
It was my turn to hold the baby to my chest for reassurance. I tried not to thin
