Warm weather has set in in Virginia, and summer vacation is almost upon us. Keeping with annual tradition, tonight we blew up the inflatable kiddie pool in the back yard and prepared to fill it will chilly (FREEZING) tap water. For the second year in a row, we pulled swim diapers on the twins and tugged suits onto the squirming bodies of our three children.
Realizing I had left my camera inside again, I settled in to watch them giggle and squirm as they laughed and jumped both away and toward the water hose. Laughingly, I learned that the twins liked the water but didn’t want their suits to get wet. Why would anyone want to get water on a perfectly dry bathing suit?
Stranger still was the educational conversation I had with Maddie. It went something like this:
ME: When we go to the big pool, should you go swimming by yourself?
ME: No… (Insert explanation of why she needed an adult and who counted as an adult.)
MADDIE: (jump jump jump splash jump jump) Squeal
ME: Remember, we can’t run when we’re at the big pool either. You might fall and break your head.
MADDIE: Like a zombie!
ME: (pause… consider my answer… decide to take the moral high ground and tell her the truth) Yes! Exactly like a zombie!
That’s just how we roll.