It's been raining on and off here for several weeks. The school fair has been pushed off twice already and baseball games have been cancelled. The only ones not tired of the rain are my kids.
If there's a drop of water within 90 miles of home, my kids will find it. If it's condensation on the inside of the window, they're playing with it. If there's water on the table, it somehow becomes the medium for a hockey game. Puddles, by law, must be splashed in, no matter what the splasher is wearing. Tonight, the rain was coming down at the end of a playdate, and Child #1 just HAD to be in it.
So, WHY did we have to fight for 20 minutes just go get him into the shower?!
Child #2 welcomes baths, showers - any opportunity to get wet. Child #1 will fight tooth and nail before washing accumulated scum off his body. As he's standing behind me now, he smells so clean and his skin glistens. He's over the shower fight. My stomach is still in knots.
This child will be at the town pool as much as possible this summer. He'll beg to go to every waterpark in the area.
I just don't get it.
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Congrats on the being the Navigator!
Mlhellner
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