I mentioned this morning that we just returned from a family vacation. We were in Wisconsin Dells, land of water parks and… well… more water parks.
Friday afternoon, The Dada and I took The Kidling and her cousin, The Kiddo, to one of the pools. Their favorite thing now is
flailing and splashing violently while moving at 0.00001 miles per hour swimming around the pool. This fun, of course, is preceded by shrouding the children in unwieldy floatation devices.
The water park at which we stay provides very nice life jackets. You probably know the one: three straps across the abdomen and one around the bottom. Safety-safe-safe! Mama-types and Dada-types can feel good about floating their munchkins around a pool in one of these. I don’t think the girls could have gotten their faces in the water if they tried. I put The Kidling in her life jacket first. She was chomping at the bit, ready to get in the pool right now. Three seconds after I turned to get The Kiddo ready, The Kidling asked: “Are you ready!? Did you get your vagina strapped?!”
Oh, dear one. Did you steal The Mama’s Nook?
Confidential to The Kidling: I am quite proud that at the tender age of four, you are prepared to be banned from speaking on the Michigan House floor. You are, as always, ahead of the curve. And The Mama loves you even more for it.