
Wow. Look at my enormous pool. Pretty cool, huh? Mommy decided it was hot enough for me to go swimming. The pool was the last resort: she tried the sprinkler first, but I just ran away from that. The she tried a bucket of water, but I just dumped it out. I don't know why she is so insistent on me loving the water.

Fine, Mommy. Want me to love the water? I think I need a BIG drink!

Wait, how'd I get in here? Mommy, I did not authorize this move.

Here's what I think about being stuck in the pool against my own will.

Ugh. Now I have to spend all this time cleaning the grass clippings off my hands. I really don't like getting dirty!

Mommy asked me if I wanted to get back in the pool. This was my response.

Good, my shirt is back on. She gave up. This pool is good for one thing: bobbing for Goldfish crackers. No, I'm serious. I'm really good at it. Too bad Mommy made me stop. What a stick in the mud.
2 comments:
AJ-
It is also an AWESOME place to have diarrhea (just ask Grandma Terhaar about that)!
That sounds like something I am willing to strive toward.
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